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It felt odd. Meeting Yoon Jaehee was underwhelming. She did seem kinder than what she had been told.
The short walk to the gallery entrance only afforded Yiseol the time to watch the twitch of the older woman’s lips as she asked if they were happy.
She should have asked if she was happy. Joonhyuk was still as much of a bastard as when she was dragged into his hotel room. The kid was cute though. He had his mother’s big eyes and cheeky dimples. Too bad his life would be falling apart before he’s old enough to understand.
All the trouble Yiseol spent on getting the docent position seemed like light work now that she was finally there. A breeze behind her picked up, toyed with the ends of her hair, and sent a calming chill through the webs of her fingers.
Youngjoo should be glad. Even if her finger felt incredibly naked without it’s ring.
