“Hurry up and put this dress on, don’t forget to zip up!” the fashion show director said.

“Here, let me your shoes please don’t trip. Can somebody fix her hair, the curls are losing their volume.” She shouted.

It’s been 11 years and Fashion Week has just begun. Krystal; at the age of seventeen drastically putting on the latest fashions dreading the fact that her mom forced her to be one of the models for the show.

“Is this dress supposed to stop oxygen from entering my lungs, or that just a bonus?” Krystal sarcastically saying to the director.

“Welcome to the fashion industry, where eating went out of style years ago.” The director replied.

“Now hurry up and go, it’s your cue and tries not to rip it you break it you buy it.”

After sneering at the director’s comment she went on stage, taking a deep breath and said,

“Come on Krystal if Jessica could do this so can you!”

Then she looked up, put her game face on and started strutting the light – studded runway. As she posed at the end of the runway, all she thought about was why she had to become this way; some life-sized Barbie doll that everybody gawks over and then forgets her when a better-looking doll comes on stage. As she turned and started to walk back something caught her attention, it was her father sitting in the third row waving at her with a big warm smile on his face. Krystal was so shocked of her father being there that didn’t look at where she was going and “Bam!” she faces slammed on the runway. Everybody went silent; her father was standing up and looking at her flabbergasted, Krystal lifted her head up the audience let out a gasp. Her nose began to bruise and swell as it began to bleed, she awkwardly smiled at her father and said,

 “Hi ~ daddy.”

After their trip to the hospital, Krystal came back to her house along with her sister who couldn’t hold her laughter at the sight of her little sister’s swelled up face. Then came her father who was rolling his eyes saying,

“Hwa-Young can you please calm down, I didn’t mean for her to get hurt I just wanted to see her!” he explained.

“Oh shut up Dae-Ho; you did this to her knowing this would make or break her career, you bastard!” Krystal’s mother shouted.

“Who are you calling a bastard?!”

“I’m not the one who forced her to be debutant queen, prancing around in rags that are worth a down payment on a house!” Krystal’s father shouted.

“How dare you!” Krystal’s mother yelled.

“Would you guys stop it!” Jessica said with anger.

“Can’t you guys even think about Krystal and how she’s feeling instead of screaming at each other!” she shouted.

Their mother and father stared at Jessica; startled. Then they look at each other with such disgust that they almost looked possessed wanting to kill each other, but then the father's face calmed and he let out a sigh.

“You’re right Jessica, I’m sorry.” The father said sincerely.

“Krystal I’m so…”

before he could mutter out “sorry” Krystal went to her room and closed the door.

“Dae-Ho you know how much I went through to get her in that show?!” the mother shouted.

“Is that all you care about and you’re wondering why I filed a divorce!” the father said.

“I have always cared about her and you know it, why do you think I’m doing all this?” the mother said

 “I’ve worked my off so that our girls can live a happy life and not worry about when their next meal is going to come! Now that I’m finally the CEO of “Sweet Art” there is nothing I won’t do to help them. ” she stated.

Krystal’s mother who everybody calls Madam Jung forced her and her eldest sister Jessica to be models so that their future is set for utter bliss down “No money woes” Lane. Their mother has been working under the clothing line “Sweet Art” which is one of the biggest lingerie brands in S