One year later…

Jiyeon’s POV

“You! You! How could you do this to me? Aigoo… my head” cried Aunt as she rubbed her temples.

‘I told you to come back after I gave you the signal!' mouthed L. Joe as he tried to calm Aunt down.

“I had to pull many strings to get you into Oxford early acceptance. Now you what? Dropped out? Only been a year… Jiyeon, you, for what?” exclaimed Aunt.

“I don’t like it there” I murmured.

“You have excelled in your first semester grades. In every class, your grade was perfect. Why must you give this up?”

“Aunt… I’m not happy there. There’s things here in Seoul that I constantly miss”

“This won’t do. L. Joe call Oxford for me and book Jiyeon the next flight back to England”

“Aunt! After I dropped out, a student on the waiting list was admitted. There would be no chance for me to admitted back” I confessed.

“You! You! Do you want to make me mad?” yelled Aunt.

“No! Aunt no. Please, please just follow my decision”

“Is it for him? Is he still there in your heart?” asked Aunt suddenly.

“Aunt…”

“He is there isn’t he? He’s never left right?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.

“Why must it be him? I’ve arranged you three blind marriages, all from the best of the best and you never call them back? What does Yong Junhyung have that others don’t?”

“My heart”

“I’m disappointed in you Jiyeon”

“I’m disappointed in myself too! Why must I think about it? Why can’t I forget? Why does he always appear in my dreams? I don’t know. But I… I thought I could do it. I thought I could forget but I couldn’t. Aunt… it hurts. It hurts here. It hurts a lot,” I cried as I touched my heart.

“You, why are you so much like your mother? Fall too hard for someone and end up destroying yourself for them? I’ll never understand”

“Like mother like daughter” I replied.

“L. Joe, tell Mr. Lee to enroll your sister into Seoul University immediately. And no buts Jiyeon. Now go,” she said defeatedly.

Was she giving me her blessing? Before I could smile, I realized, he might have someone already.

“Go where? He probably forgot about me”

“He didn’t! He calls me often to ask about how you are doing. He didn’t, Noona. I