(The theme of this story is dark)
Yejin was sitting on a couch, closing his eyes.
"The engagement party is in two days I wonder what are you gonna wear, my love" his soft voice didn't reach anyone but to only him.
Then there was Ziyan silently sitting near the window from where he always watch Roselia's house.
His hair being wet at that time and him in a white shirt, blue shorts. He was silently sitting without any questions.
Suddenly, he saw something unexpected.
Roselia stood at her window.
She was looking at him.
Her gaze was stucked in him.
And he just smiled gently enough to melt anyone's heart.
"So?... You are here"
He said knowing it wouldn't reach her.
She looked confused.
"What did he say just now?" She asked curiously to herself.
Her body draped in a white long dress that reached her feet and her long black hair shining in the sunlight.
Ziyan smiled.
Then she left from the window, Ziyan was shocked.
"Why did she leave?"
He was confused but happy, "do I have a chance?" He asked.
No one there to answer this question.
Roselia then entered her room.
"So... Does he always stares at my house huh?!" She thought.
She then sat on her bed.
"The party is in two days." She spoke. She looked worried.
"How am I even suppose to communicate with others?" She thought. She rested her face on her hands.
"I don't want to go..."
HOURS LATER...
There was Nayun in her house trying dresses after dresses. Many female servants were there to help her.
Now, she was wearing a gown.
The gown was crafted from a deep navy velvet so dark it seemed to consume the light, cut into a dramatic sweetheart neckline that highlighted her poise.
It was structured, rigid at the bodice, molding to her ribs, before exploding into a voluminous, structured skirt that whispered against the floorboards.
Intricate beadwork, like silver starlight scattered across a midnight sky, clustered thickly around the waist and tapered down the full skirt, glittering with every steps she was taking.
"Is it pretty?" She asked.
All the servants nodded.
She was just admiring her own beauty.
Quite a self-obsessed woman she was.
"She is actually so beautiful" thought a servant.
"I bet there will be no one prettier than you at the party" A servant claimed to impress her. Nayun smirked.
"Obviously who else can be more prettier than me?"
"Roselia!"
Roselia got stammered as she heard her name.
Her being outside her residence was quite rare and now that rare scenario was happening.
Her being outside the residence.
She looked back.
It was Ziyan.
"Hmm... What are you doing here?" She asked.
He mischievously smiled.
"What do you mean? I'm outside my house"
They were standing outside their residence.
"Oh!... Yeah." She sighed
"Where are you going?"
He asked, he was staring at her beauty.
The dress she was wearing seemed to carry a quiet kind of elegance—the kind that didn't demand attention, yet held it effortlessly.
It was a deep, velvety black, the bodice sculpted close to the figure with delicate spaghetti straps resting lightly on the shoulders.
The neckline dipped just enough to feel graceful, not bold, tracing the collarbones like a soft whisper.
From the waist, the fabric gathered and flowed outward in rich folds, forming a skirt that moved with a gentle, almost dramatic sway—as if it had a story of its own.
Beneath the dark outer layer, a hint of pale tulle peeked through, soft and cloud-like, adding contrast—like moonlight hidden under midnight.
It gave the dress a subtle fullness, a quiet volume that made every step feel lighter, almost floating.
"I just came for a walk..." She replied. She was slightly hesitating.
Ziyan noticed the hesitation.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice became gentle and anxious.
She looked at him
"Yeah... I'm okay"
He smiled
"How come you're outside your residence today?" He asked.
She stared at him
"Can't I come outside my residence?" She asked.
"I mean you can but it's quite rare, isn't it?"
He teased.
She flustered.
"By the way.."
She paused.
"Yea say"
"Do you always stares at my place?"
She asked, ignoring a eye contact with him.
His expressions shocked.
"Eh!... Where that come from?"
He asked.
"Hmm..."
"Ah!.. I don't know. I just thought of asking this. Don't mind me"
She said.
Her expression suddenly dropped to being shy.
"She is so gorgeous"
He thought.
"And what were you saying earlier at your window?"
She asked.
She looked at him.
He smiled.
"Do you even remember that?" He teased.
"Yea... I have quite a good memory"
She said.
"Is that so?" He asked.
"Yea... How can I even forget a weirdo like you?" She asked.
He laughed.
"What's that for?"
He asked.
"Do I look like a weirdo to you?" He asked.
"Umm... By your personality yes" she said.
He laughed
"Okay... It's fine as long as you're remembering me. I'm fine being a weirdo too" he smiled
She looked a little anxious.
"Okay... Bye"
She left.
"Bye..." He whispered.
To be continued...