Chapter 20. Cross (1)

Heeju’s look was practically perfect. The dress seemed like a custom piece crafted solely for her. Cut like a qipao, small round buttons ran in a diagonal line from her neck down to her left hip. Designed to be taken off with as much meticulous care as it took to put on, it held more devotion than a single person could give. She was especially fond of the bracelet. The silver piece Suhyeon had sent gave her soft demeanor a chic, urban edge. Sophisticated and refined, it possessed the exact sort of quiet elegance she had always craved but could never reach.