Chapter 87
Seoul, Korea
Twilight Theater
“I can do this,” Rain whispered, her eyes closing when her door opened. “I can do this. I’m better than this… I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can,” Kita corrected, offering her his hand.
Rain opened her eyes and looked at him; he was knee-weakening in his suit. “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered.
“You can,” Kita promised her. “You look beyond beautiful, Seon Rain. Beyond words, and rendered more than I speechless when you graced the loft ready to take over the red carpet. Make them fear you, fear your strength and beauty, make them envious of your passion and eloquence, and silence their hatred with your well-spoken words. You are not a villain, you are a star and a woman that is ready to fight back and no longer be their whipping post and scapegoat.”
Kita offered her his hand again.
Rain smiled, blushing; somehow, Kita knew exactly what to say in order to give her strength when she needed it most.
She took his offered hand.
“Clutch,” he reminded her with a smirk.
“Thank you,” Rain said, holding the matching bronze and antique gold clutch to her chest as she got out of the car.
Kita offered a slight nod of the head then handed her off to Will.
“Ready?” Rain asked with a smirk.
Will chuckled. “No, no I am not. Steal the show, Seon Rain.”
“Oh, I plan on it,” she informed him.
The moment the reporters saw her, silence seemingly followed before cameras flashed in such rapid succession that it was like a strobe light.
“Myo Mi-Sun!”
“Myo Mi-Sun!”
“Myo Mi-Sun!” they shouted.
“This is terrifying,” Will commented under his breath.
Dae-Ho laughed from behind them where he was walking with Lucien. “You haven’t seen terrifying yet. Just watch what Myo Mi-Sun can do.”
Myo Mi-Sun stopped in the middle of the carpet in front of the risers filled with reporters and photographers. She stood with one hand in her pocket, the other was holding her clutch down at her side.
When you had a presence, you didn’t need to strike more than one pose.
Will stood next to her, one hand in his pocket like she had, making sure she was a half-step in front of him since it was an event she was crashing and he was just there for the ride.
She smirked instead of smiled as Myo Mi-Sun normally would have been doing. She didn’t wave, didn’t respond to any of the shouted questions. She merely stood there posing with Will, her eyes moving around the area, eying each reporter.
Lula and Kita stood on each side, back away from the focus of attention, and they kept an eye out for any threats to their charges.
Lucien looked around, appraising the situation. “Gok Soo is readying to scream and Gang Moon is smiling… He’s seeing a prize and the perfect opportunity to try to reconnect with his ex, regardless of his current girlfriend being on his arm,” he warned.
Kita and Lula nodded that they heard him through the communication ear pieces they wore that connected them to the theater’s security, Will’s security team, and each other.
“Stay vigilant of Seon Rain,” Kita instructed.
“Do not kill anyone,” Lula warned.
Lucien shook his head. “You two are ridiculous. What is she waiting for?” he asked.
“Patience, Grasshopper. Just wait for it,” Dae-Ho mused.
Myo Mi-Sun pressed her finger to her lips and the reporters instantly quieted.
“Damn,” Will said, impressed.
She merely shrugged as if it was nothing special.
Truth was, no one commanded a red carpet like Myo Mi-Sun.
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