The year someone turns 18 they have the opportunity to be injected with a serum that will produce a soulmate mark somewhere on their body. This serum is costly and the procedure to get the injection is not covered by insurance.
A rare illness cropp...
A/N: The pictures in this chapter are all going to be collages of their club attire, and they will be after the paragraph I have described them in. (With the exception of Daisy. You will see her entire transformation including makeup and hairstyle also.) I will also make sure to link to the clothing in the comments after posting.
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We'd been in the pool for about an hour before I announced that my fingers were pruny, and I was starting to feel waterlogged. Once Jiwoo and I walked back in the house she ends up getting waylaid by Jin. I bow out of their conversation when they switch to Korean. I could probably pick out a few words, but honestly I have gotten used to the fact that if my soulmates start speaking Korean around me, for now, it probably means that they are talking about something they don't want me privy to yet. Which, while somewhat annoying, is honestly fine. I trust them and know that when I am supposed to learn about it I will. That doesn't mean my curiosity has diminished however.
The day passes way too fast for my liking. Jiwoo has been bouncing here, there, and everywhere. I honestly am not entirely sure why she showed up as early as she did, outside of using the pool. But I really do enjoy the time we are spending together, getting to know each other better. It definitely feels like I have gained a sister.
It isn't until after we eat supper that she tells me to go take another shower and lifts her cell phone to call someone. About ten minutes after I finish my shower she is back in my room and toting along two strangers with her. She introduces them both to me as stylists she has worked with in the past when she has done runway shows or photo shoots for original pieces that she has designed herself.
Jiwoo insists that I first put on the outfit that she had helped me pick out for tonight. "I want to make sure that you won't be needing any last minute alterations."
I sigh because this means I have to put on the evil torture device, aka the strapless, backless bra that Jiwoo helped me pick out. Not one of those strange alien contraptions that literally only cover your breasts. No, this one is honestly sleek and pretty and I probably should mentally call it a bustier instead of a bra since the bottom of it reaches just above my waistline. Honestly, if it weren't for the constricting tightness of the garment I would probably be able to appreciate it. It's got next to no detail on it, no embellishments or lace, just silky smooth fabric. Which actually is why I would appreciate it, because, as Jiwoo had pointed out when she selected it, such embellishments would more than likely conflict with the silver sequin top I was wearing it.
Once I put on the top and pants Jiwoo insists I put on the boots too, although she doesn't seem worried about the blazer I will be wearing over the top yet. "Why do you want me to put on the boots?"
"It's easiest to determine if the pant legs are the proper length while you are wearing the boots. Without them on the pants might seem too long."
