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RONAN RHEE aka ROHAN is the leader, main vocalist, and visual of DECODE a six-member boy group under RHEE SOUND STUDIOS. He is also the oldest Rhee child. He was always known as the "sweet one" the golden boy. He could do no wrong. Ronan was always right and everyone else was always wrong. He was greatly coddled by his mother. His father spent most of his time in Korea, looking after his company so his mother emotionally treated him like his father. He was the man of the house, a father to his sisters for several years before his mother followed him to Korea. Ronan had always wanted to be in a group under their father, but he wasn't given the opportunity to visit the company until he was 14. Their mother, Boyeon, couldn't bear to see her sweet baby boy go to Korea and be without her. She packed up the entire family and moved them into a lavish home in the richest area of Seoul. Ronan debuted when he was 16 (in 2012), he was the youngest of the six boys but that didn't matter. As long as Topher, his father, was the head of the studio he would always get what he wanted.

NUALA RHEE is a solo artist under PARADISO STUDIOS. She was the last of her siblings to debut, and her family views her as lesser because of it. In a family full of fantastic artists, how did it take her so long to become an idol? Her father wanted it done his way, but she didn't want to be micromanaged and ridiculed like her siblings. However, she does desperately want his praise more than anything in the world.

OONA RHEE aka UNAH is the main dancer and rapper of Thick Skull, a nine-member girl group under RHEE SOUND STUDIOS. She is the second youngest in the Rhee family. Oona is the quiet child, but that does not mean she is the nicest of the bunch. She seethes with a quiet anger most of the time. It is hard for her siblings to talk to her, she becomes combative if their tone is slightly off. Oona unfortunately inherited her mother's rage. Despite being a difficult person in her personal life, in her idol life she is portrayed as a ray of sunshine that could never shut up. Topher gave her this role within Thick Skull with the hope of this character translating into her personal life as well. If anything, her role within the group made her nastier to those in her life.

CIARA RHEE (pronounced KEY-RUH) is the sub-vocalist of In My Arms (INA for short), a trio under RHEE SOUND STUDIOS. She is the baby. Ciara is her father's sweet little girl. Topher pulls the most strings for her. At the drop of a hat he'll force producers to give her more lines, make music video directors give her more screen time, he'll even make deals with other studios to set them up with their hottest idols to get the general public talking about her. Because of the affection Ciara gets from their father, her siblings resent her. She is nowhere near as talented as any of them, but gets what she wants and more.

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NUALA (pronounced NOO-LAH) has been in the industry for nearly a decade. While still in high school she was recruited by RHEE Sound Studios, her father's company, to work in their "up and coming" division, a section dedicated to training the next big producers. For years NUALA spent her days locked in a studio, writing music and polishing tracks for the biggest names in Kpop. She wanted to be an idol so badly, but her father gave her excuse after excuse as to why that was impossible.

After her contract expired she went to their biggest rival, PARADISO Studios, with a powerpoint, pitching that she should be an idol instead of just a writer. NUALA walked out of that room a Kpop idol.

NUALA is a fictional soloist known for her gorgeous voice and cinematic music videos.

COMPANY : PARADISO Studios

FANDOM : Grace(s)

DEBUT DATE : May 4, 2023

DEBUT SONG : IN MY HEAD

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Ada Limón, from "Shelter: A Love Letter to Trees," published in June 2022

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RED VELVET ⟡ CHILL KILL MUSIC BANK (231124)

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nuala in lyrics my dog died - susannah joffe // ballad of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo // tangerine - nolune // i don't like my mind - mitski // nightmare - halsey // mean! - madeline the person // drew barrymore - sza credit : @venusvity

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posted by nu-all-day on june 9, 2023

Is the alleged feud between RHEE SOUND STUDIO and PARADISO Studios over? On X (formerly known as Twitter) both companies announced an upcoming collaboration between soloist NUALA and Thick Skull's Minsu for KCON LA 2023.

Both artists made posts about their excitement on their individual Instagrams.

At this time, little is known about the collaboration.

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Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

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Clarice Lispecto

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Topher Rhee : The Mastermind

Topher Rhee is a highly respected CEO in the entertainment world. In 2005 he founded RHEE SOUND STUDIOS with his twin sister, Porsha Rhee. The studio was not an overnight success. They spent many years begging local banks for loans. They would lose trainees more often than not from mediocre teachers who turned children away from stardom. He would only visit home once a year from 2005 - 2009. In 2010 the company struck gold with PINKNESS, a ten-member girl group with a sugary pink concept. PINKNESS took over South Korea by storm. Since then, every group from RHEE SOUND STUDIOS has been a hit. Topher is so confident in his ability to succeed that he made sure to involve all of his children with the company. Ronan is in his best selling boy group, Oona is in a girl group that dips their toes into rock and has award-winning actresses, and Ciara is in a trio where they have more modeling contracts than albums. He wanted to involve Nuala, but she didn't fit anywhere in the company. Topher was reluctant to let her go, for she was arguably his best songwriter, but now he wants her back. He sees the money she is making for PARADISO Studios and he wants wants her back. He doesn't want to beg her to come back, but he's not above pressuring and using money to return her to the family business.

Hong Boyeon : The Wreck

Hong Boyeon was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She comes from a family of lawyers, doctors, and investment brokers. When she met Topher he was a nobody. With help from her family she turned him into a somebody. They were the ones giving him just enough money to skirt around the business foreclosing and were just distant enough that he begged for their approval. She is an obsessive person. When Topher is around, he is her only thought. When he left, her obsession transferred over to her only son, Ronan. She is a horrible mother. Her girls never had the female role model they needed, so they would seek out a mother figure in anyone older than them. Boyeon does not see herself as a poor excuse for a mother. Rather, she likes to throw in their face how bad they make her feel when the children express valid complaints. She can never be wrong. How can a mother ever be wrong? As she ages her mental state has gotten worse. Her mother passed away with dementia, the kids suspect Boyeon will suffer the same fate.

Ronan Rhee : The Doting Older Brother

When he was supposed to be a boy he was forced to be a father. As his mother's life was crumbling he was forced to wash children, feed them, and help them with their homework. He was never truly allowed to be a child. He prides himself on being responsible and mature for his age. Never once has he acted out in his childhood or his adult life. His siblings pity him. They wish he could be carefree for once in his life. Topher puts a lot of pressure on him to be the best singer, the best leader, the best idol ever. He doesn't know how to let others shoulder the weight of his sorrows. Those close to him fear that he'll reach his breaking point one day, and they won't know how to help him.

Oona Rhee : The Mean One

For most of her life, Oona was known as the ugly duckling of the family. She didn't really look like her father or mother, she looked like a monster to them. She had big round cheeks, a buttery soft jaw, and paper thin lips. Boyeon never called her daughter pretty until she had surgery to perfect her flaws. Oona was always the angry child. Her anger was born from a place of loneliness and jealousy. She just wanted to be loved by her parents. This anger festered and grew until she hated everyone. Her words are often short and clipped. She will attack if one's tone is even the slightest bit off. She has the bite of a bad dog and doesn't know how to change. Oona doesn't even know if she wants to change. It's easier to keep people out than let them in.

Ciara Rhee : The Spoiled Brat

It is still unknown to the older children why Ciara is the favorite. She doesn't excel in singing, dancing, or acting. She isn't the most polite and she never works for what she wants. She gets the love her siblings have to fight for. Ciara wants to be friends with her siblings, but until she can recognize her spoiled ways that will not happen.

Jin Kiyoung : The Washed Up Boyfriend

Kiyoung doesn't really love Nuala. He never loved her at all, even when he started pursuing her. At first she was just someone to fuck when his other girls were out of town, but once he found out she was amazing at creating music Kiyoung knew he had to stick around. Nuala is the sole reason he still has a career. He's waiting for enough Nuala created songs to pile up before dipping, so he can have a few years left in the industry before retiring to something else. Poor Nuala doesn't know she's being used.

Mali Finch-Noy : The Partner In Crime

Mali is a producer that worked at RHEE SOUND STUDIOS. She was a prolific member of the producing group before getting poached by PARADISO STUDIOS. She was working on songs for their up coming co-ed group before the CEO removed her from the project and stuck her with Nuala. Neither of them were happy with the decision. Nuala wanted to do her own thing and Mali is known for having a more sugary sweet, bubble-gummy style with both her lyrics and production as a whole. Nuala didn't want to be brought down by a style that was not her own. The first three projects they worked on together are ones they both equally hate, but after spending time together they grew to respect one another.

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kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver

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Mary Oliver, from "I will try", Red Bird

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CHARACTERS : Nuala Rhee, Min Donggun, Mali Finch-Noy

WARNINGS : Swearing

SUMMARY : Nuala gets a writing partner.

WORD COUNT : .8k

NOTE : Very loosely edited, sorry for any mistakes!

The conference room was cold and smelled of seven different musky colognes. Nuala was placed at the end of the table, sipping on a cold glass of water as she watched the suits whisper to each other. She was pulled out of a writing session to meet with the group of men. For what reason? She had no idea.

PARADISO CEO, Min Donggun was flanked by Thaksin Bunchu, his right-hand man. They finished their whispering and turned their attention towards Nuala.

"Thank you for joining us," said Donggun. His lips were pulled back into a painfully wide smile, revealing his poorly done veneers. With his lips pumped full of fillers and his skin tight from face lifts, he greatly resembled the Cheshire Cat.

It wasn't like she really had a say in the matter. If the CEO wanted to talk with her, she obviously had to meet with him. Saying no would make her look like the average, prissy Rhee child.

She nodded, choosing to go the silent and polite route.

Donggun swiped his tongue over the veneers, surprised she had nothing to say. "Right." He clasped his hands together. "We're going to cut to the chase. We have decided to give you a writing partner." His grin somehow became wider. He was waiting for applause and praise.

"I didn't ask for a writing partner." Nuala realized her tone was harsh when Thaksin's eyes ever so slightly narrowed at her. "I, uh, I thought Migeum said she needed a partner."

"Kim Migeum?"

"Yes."

Donggun turned his head to peer at Thaksin. "We got rid of her, didn't we?" Thaksin gave a thumbs up. "We let her go. Now, that's not why you're here. Meet Miss. Mali Finch-Noy."

The heavy doors to the left of the table opened, revealing someone Nuala had never seen before. Standing in the entrance was a pale blonde dressed in grey sweats and a baseball cap. For someone attending a meeting, she chose a horrible outfit. She appeared to be quite bored by the whole ordeal.

"Miss. Mali Finch-Noy" stepped forward and bowed to the room.

"We were able to steal her from RHEE, exciting isn't it, Arin? You'll be sticking it to your father with his best song writer as your partner." Donggun giggled, a crazed little giggle.

Nuala always knew he signed her because he hated her father, but this was something that actually made her stomach churn. She was just a means of revenge, and so was PARADISO. Both Nuala and Donggun wanted to send a big "fuck you" to Topher Rhee. Only, this time Nuala felt like getting a partner was a way of saying she couldn't make good music on her own.

"It's very exciting," she replied, forcing a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mali."

There was a special kind of tension in the room that the men were oblivious to. The women looked at each other with fake smiles and glazed over eyes, both ready to leave the stuffy meeting room.

"I'm glad you two are hitting it off!" Cheered Donggun, earning murmurs of agreement from his yes men. "Alright, now run along and create sweet music!"

Nuala quickly shot out of her seat, bowing before leaving the room. Mali followed a few paces behind her.

Once out of the room Nuala ran a hand through her hair. "Don't follow me," she grumbled.

"Hey, it's not like I want to work with you." Mali shot back. "But we're getting paid to suck it up and make stuff."

Nuala groaned. "Then just lie and slap a producer credit on whatever I make. Just leave me alone. I don't need you."

"You clearly need someone if the CEO forces you to get a writing partner. How many music show wins do you have? Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it zero?"

She turned on her heels, standing her ground with balled fists. Nuala could feel her nails digging into her palms. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything!" Mali's eyes zipped around the hallway, making sure no one was checking on the raised voices. "I get you don't want to fucking work with me, but I helped all of your siblings get their first wins. Do you want to be the only Rhee to not win anything? It looks like all of them are on track to win a MAMA or whatever this year. Wouldn't it be a nice big fuck you to win something like that as a rookie?"

Nuala fell silent.

"If you want that, you need me, Nuala. I don't want to do this either, but together we can make something even better than on our own."

"Fine."

"Good."

Mali held her hand out to Nuala. They shook hands. Maybe they could work together.

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Ada Limón, "The Good Fight" // Margarita Karapanou, Rien ne va Plus (trans. Karen Emmerich) // Richard Siken, "Little Beast" // @normal-horoscopes // S.K. Osborn, "A Hunger Like No Other" // Richard Siken, "Wishbone" // Forugh Farrokhzad // Sylvia Plath, "Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest" // Yves Olade, Belovéd // Yves Olade, Bloodsport

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CHARACTERS : Hong Boyeon, Ciara Rhee, Nuala Rhee, Oona Rhee, Ronan Rhee, Topher Rhee

WARNINGS : Mentions of past violence, mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation, mentions of sex, mentions of self-harm, toxic relationships, overall just a toxic ass family

SUMMARY : A Sunday dinner, just like every Sunday dinner before.

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

Family dinners were always something to dread. Mother would clutch her pearls and hurl insults as their father. He would stab his knife into the oak table, wishing it were lodged in his wife's throat instead. The children would watch on, not in horror but in boredom. Only so many fights could get their adrenaline flowing and force them to intervene. After witnessing a dozen or so fights just like this one, they couldn’t find it in themselves to care.

Nuala watched as Boyeon ripped off her necklace before storming out of the room. Delicate pearls bounced on the marble floor. Their housekeeping staff, haggard old twins Junghee and Jungsook, collapsed to their knees. In their shaky hands rolled the delicate pearls. Had they not feared the family, one of the twins would have slipped a few pearls into her bra to pawn off on their way home.

Topher stormed after her, shattering a wine glass in his haste.

The dinner had not been too bad for a majority of the night. The family of six enjoyed two lovely courses and were awaiting a hearty dessert; a chocolate stout cake with peanut-butter frosting. It was a family favorite, they always had it at the end of a grand Rhee feast.

It wasn't until Ciara brought up feeling "forgotten" that things went to hell.

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"Forgotten? What the hell do you mean forgotten?" Laughed Topher, gulping down bitter red wine.

Ciara brushed crumbs from the table onto the floor. "Like in my group, Dad. Dispatch doesn't want anything to do with me."

Ronan chewed at his thumb. He had been tuned out of the night's conversations for a while.

"That's not bad," quipped their mother. "Dispatch likes to start trouble. The Rhee family name and trouble should never be in the same sentence."

"No, Mom, that's not what I mean." Ciara directs her gaze towards their father, totally disregarding their mother. Her eyes grew mushy and soft with emotion. "Can you fix my problem, Daddy?"

Nuala rolled her eyes. Of course, the baby needed to beg for something. She threw back her smoked old fashion. Her head throbbed, from alcohol and general annoyance. "Jungsook, another old fashioned." she commanded. Nuala wasn't tipsy enough to watch a fight.

Jungsook, the more skittish twin, retrieved the glass and scurried into the kitchen.

"I can try pushing a few stories to friends of friends and see what happens."

"You've never offered to do that for any of us," snapped Oona.

Ronan let out a puff of air, one of his “here we go again” sighs.

That's where it all went wrong. Their mother, emotional and unstable per usual, launched into a tangent about them being ungrateful children. She made sure to berate all of them, even Nuala and Ronan who had been silent for much of the dinner.

"What if we cut all of you out of the will?" Boyeon shrieked, pale face now red from anger. "What will you leeches do without the money? Be fucking grateful for your father. He could’ve forced you to go to some shitty company, but no he took you in and gave you everything. He gives you the world and you never thank him."

Jungsook nearly spilled the old fashioned as she placed it on the table. The yelling always scared her. There was far too much yelling in the house of Rhee.

It didn't take too much for Boyeon to scream and cry. The Hongs were a messy bunch. Untreated mental illness ran rampant on their side. Grandfather Hong didn't believe in modern medicine for silly "mental deficiencies." The Hongs didn't have anything wrong with their brains, no matter what quack doctor had to say. His children were perfectly fine, after all they directly represented him as a person and he was perfect so by default they too were perfect.

Topher tried desperately to calm her down. He lovingly cooed her name. He tried appealing to her more irrational side. He tried and tried and tried until he cracked.

"Boyeon, shut the fuck up!" he hissed, driving his steak knife into the table.

The room fell into a hush, even the air conditioning unit ceased to make its usual din.

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The children watched the maids sweet up the glass. None of them moved from their seats. There was no need to comfort either of their parents, it would just turn into a bigger fight. The last time Ronan tried to comfort their mother he was met with a swift slap to the face. Their father had to pull him out of promotions to let his skin heal without the public speculating how he earned the mark.

"Why can't they just be normal and get a divorce." Oona huffed, pulling out her phone. It was a sin to eat with a phone in hand, but their parents were out of the room and the lovely stout cake would no longer be sliced and divided up.

"Mom would threaten to kill herself. She's done it before."

The girls all turned to stare at Ronan. How could he so calmly drop that piece of horrific information?

"You guys didn't know?" He handed his plate to Junghee as she made her rounds, clearing the table.

Nuala tapped her nails on the side of her glass. "When did she do that?"

They all understood their mother was generally unstable, but threatening to kill herself was very new to them.

Ronan picked at his fingers as he spoke. "When we still lived in Anaheim Hills. Dad was over here doing stuff with the company and Mom had a rough time with the change." His finger began bleeding. Ronan grabbed a white cloth napkin and wrapped it around his index finger. "It's why you guys had to live with Aunt Porsha. I was at home talking her off the ledge pretty much daily."

"Did you call anyone?"

"Oona, I was fourteen."

"Did Auntie Porsha try to get her help?" Inquired Ciara, eyes wide with shock.

He held back a laugh, it would be insensitive to laugh at the question. "You know Aunt Porsha hates Mom."

Nuala nodded, their aunt did hate their mother. There were a few different rumors floating around as to why she hated Boyeon. Ronan assumed it was because Boyeon came from a background where she didn't have to work for things. Nuala chalked it up to Porsha being jealous her sister-in-law was graced with four beautiful children and she was left husbandless and barren. Oona didn't have a theory, the tension between them didn't concern her so she never thought about it. Ciara heard from one of their great aunts that Boyeon allegedly had an affair with Porsha's ex-fiancé, but that was all just word of mouth.

"Do you think Dad hates Mom?" Ciara and her questions. She was always the most talkative out of the children.

The Rhee children never had a picture perfect view of what love was or what it could be. They were so used to venomous words hurled across tables and glasses shattering that kisses looked like suffocation and hugs were strangulation. Everything sweet and good about love was foreign to them, especially Nuala.

Nuala was dating a man nearly twenty years her senior and she confused his disgusting infatuation with her for pure love. She associated the word "good" with him. He was good to her, most of the time, so he was good. Kiyoung never hit her, so he was gentle. He only called her vulgar things on occasion, so he was sweet. He fucked her often, so he clearly loved her if he wanted her writhing body beneath him.

"I think we all hate Mom to some capacity." said Nuala before slamming her drink. The whiskey stung her throat.

For the second time that day the room fell into a hush. There was some truth in her statement. Nuala for a fact hated their mother. She hated their mother and father because they made her feel like she was never enough. Ronan didn't have a hateful bone in his body, he just hated what Boyeon put him through as a child. He was just a boy when he had to act as a father for his sisters. Oona disliked both their mother and father. She disliked Boyeon for talking her into altering her face before debut and she disliked Topher for morphing her into something she was not. Ciara was not yet aware of the hatred festering in her stomach for both parents.

"I don't think we should talk like this in their house." Ronan whispered, listening for the clicking of heels or raised voices.

It was like they were children again, waiting for the fighting to stop.

Oona pushed out her chair and stood up. "I'm going for a smoke."

"That's not good for your lungs."

"No shit, Ronan."

Oona rolled her eyes and stomped her way to the coat room.

"Wait, I'm coming with you." Nuala quickly got out of her seat to follow Oona.

Ciara watched them, jealousy burning a hole in her belly. She wanted to be invited to do adult things. Her eyes flick to Ronan, their eyes meet. "I wish they would include me."

"No you don't. All they're gonna do is complain and get lung cancer. It's better to stay here anyway." Ronan smiled. "In here we can have our own fun."

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The night sky was full of stars when they stepped outside. Smoking at the bottom of the driveway was a tradition dating back to when Nuala could legally buy cigarettes for herself. At first smoking was a secret between herself and the stars, but as much as she'd hate to admit it, smoking by herself became lonely. Oona would get dropped off--by one of their father's drivers, she was the only trainee allowed to live at home--after her practice at the company, and each time without fail Nuala was sprawled on the pavement with a cigarette between her lips and clumps of ash on her cheeks. At first Oona would watch from a distance, but before she knew it she and Nuala were sharing cigarettes while they bitched about songwriting and prepping for idol-hood.

Nuala hadn't smoked in a few years. She developed a nasty habit of burning her flesh on the nights Oona didn't smoke with her. Oona was the one who discovered the burns. She screamed at Nuala. Oona called her crazy, and said the family would be a laughing stock if people found out she intentionally hurt herself. Nuala hadn't touched a cigarette since.

The sisters sat on the pavement. Nuala pulled her phone out, hoping to see a text from Kiyoung. He isn't a good texter. She told herself. He loves you. He loves you.

Oona whipped out her box of disgustingly cheap cigarettes and a neon lighter she got for free with her purchase. She lit the cigarette before sitting next to Nuala.

She never failed to cough on the first inhale. Oona was bent over, hacking as Nuala stared at her.

"Maybe you should just start vaping. I’ve heard it feel smoother on the throat, whatever that means."

"God no," Oona said between coughs, "vapes fucking blow up in your pocket."

"But they don't make you stink."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Nuala put her phone on the pavement. "You're always bitching about Dad criticizing you and being controlling and shit. If you don't do shit like this he won't be on your ass."

Oona scoffed. She inhaled then blew the smoke right into Nuala's face. "You're one to fucking talk, Nu."

Admittedly, Nuala missed the scent of fresh cigarette smoke.

"But I'm right. As long as you're under Dad's company he is going to nit pick. The second he and Mom come back to the dining room they're going to give you a lecture on lung health and the possibility of crazies snapping pics of you doing this." Nuala watched as Oona rolled the cigarette filter between her thumb and index finger; she was contemplating something. "Just do us all a favor and get a fucking vape."

"Oh, so you don't think I can quit?"

"No! God, that's not what I'm saying at all."

She hated it when Oona became defensive over nothing.

"Should I quit?" Oona murmured. She never asked for Nuala's opinion.

"I dunno."

Without a second thought, Oona put the cigarette by her foot and stomped it out.

"Is that you quitting?"

"Who knows." She laughed, a genuine little laugh before reigning herself back in. "When are you going back to your place?"

Nuala glanced at her phone. 11:30. She had a writing session at 7 the next morning. "Soon. I was planning on leaving after cake, but I don't know if that's going to happen anymore."

"One of the maids can give you a slice."

"It'll somehow start a fight. I don't want Mom to accuse me of stealing more than just cake." Nuala brought herself to her feet, shoving her phone in her pocket as she stretched. "I'll see you next Sunday."

Oona nodded. "Yeah."

Nuala sniffed before turning on her heels. It wasn't uncommon for her to Irish goodbye her family. Sometimes she didn't want to sit through false pleasantries after a dinner full of screaming and crying.

Her black Range Rover was parked at the end of the driveway. Ronan and Oona had personal drivers bring them to the dinner. Doing stuff like that was above her salary. Well, their father paid for the private drivers so it really did not hurt her siblings' pockets.

She opened the driver's side and hopped in. Nuala hoped texts from Kiyoung would flood through her speakers, enveloping her in his love. She turned the car on. There was complete silence.

He’s probably asleep. She reasoned with herself.

Nuala looked through her windshield, watching Oona as she made her way into the house. She wished every family dinner didn’t dissolve into a battle. She wished she had a normal family, but wishing for something never changed reality.

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