Chapter Eighteen
JENNIE
"What took her so long, Rosé?" I ask impatiently, looking at my phone a hundred times for the last hour now, waiting for my dear best friend's girlfriend to come and eat together.
She can't blame me for pissing off at Jisoo, though because I haven't eaten lunch yet. I was so damn happy when she asked me out to have dinner here, our favorite place, but I haven't thought that she sometimes can be a late freak.
Jisoo has been so weird since this afternoon when she invited us to our favorite restaurant. Not to mention she asked me to wear my most beautiful dress and do my makeup. In fact, she wanted me to be drop-dead gorgeous for just eating dinner. What's weirder than that is I am not even her girlfriend, and Rosé seems to be okay by that.
Yeah, you heard me. She wanted me to dress up and do my make up just for a dinner tonight.
Make up for what and who, you might ask?
Well, I don't know either. She even threatened me not to ask Mino, my boyfriend to come with me. Two years ago, they knew my decision that I chose to let someone go completely, and I am sure they didn't feel good about that, but they didn't say anything.
I am happy that they finally accept Mino and I's relationship now.
"Maybe, some traffic jam. I guess," Rosé smiles softly, sipping her wine a little more. I sigh, "Traffic jam? I think Jisoo should learn to be more punctual if she wants me to dress up in this short black dress even without my boyfriend here. What is the problem with her? I don't really get-"
"Rosé?" My voice cuts off when my best friend's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when looking behind my back. Her mouth opens wide, and her eyes still do not blink even once.
I glance back to see Jisoo walking normally with a wide grin on her face. She wears a black suit like the businesswoman she is. I wonder why Rosé gets really shocked and-
As soon as my eyes turn to the person beside her, my voice, my body, everything that belongs to me doesn't seem to work anymore. I can't utter a single word even though I feel Rosé's hand on my shoulder. I know why she was stupefied now. The sight is beyond handling.
Even though I want to be strong and run away from this world in this very second seeing the person I don't expect to see and never thought that there will be the return of her, I can't do anything, but my tears have their own way.
I have no idea when I cry, but my face is wet already. Bad for Jisoo, she wants me to be beautiful for this person. Eventually, everything clicks now.
The black dress I am wearing.
The make-up I have done.
Everything is unconsciously done for her rather than my boyfriend.
Why was I so stupid not to think about it?
Jisoo seemed so weird, and she's the reason why. I wonder how calm or angry she was when she first saw her best friend coming out of nowhere.
As they came nearer, the sight of her becomes clearer. She seems taller, toner, better in every aspect of her life. Her black pants, which by the way, look so good on her, a loose white blouse, and black jacket scream richness, and success. There are no big glasses on her face anymore. No sight of the girl I saw when I was in high school.
This woman is much fancier, much sophisticated than her.
She changes in a better way.
I am not the reason.
