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"Aren't you interested in sharing your problems with me?"

Oh shit, Vino swore in his trembling heart. Eyes warming. Her tired and wounded soul was not strong in rejecting the warmth Shirley offered.

He finally knew this was what he needed. Although he sounded strong when talking to Tiffany, he was the one who was most hurt. The feeling of losing his closest friend, the feeling of guilt has preceded his ego to trigger a fight, and in the end can not stop the departure of Andrew which resulted in hurting many parties. Hurt him, hurt Tiffany, and hurt Andrew himself. He thought that all this was his fault, and it was too much for him to bear. He doesn't know what he should do.

But now he knows. Dividing his load, rising up, and stepping forward.

"Haw.."

His left hand, which was free from Shirley's grasp, was used to cover his eyes. The glare of the sun increasingly makes his already heated eyes become sore. Crying in front of a girl is not in her dictionary.

However, he did not withdraw his hand from the warmth Shirley offered.

Shirley's next sentence successfully made her melt perfectly.

"Vino, what's going on? Tell a story. I hear you."

And everything just flows. Her fear of Lam's assumptions causes her to accuse Andrew of doing bad things to Tiffany, Andrew who goes and pushes her away, her incomprehension of forgiveness that Andrew expresses, her fear of Andrew going back to his past, her anxiety about Tiffany being alone, her desire to come back and accompany her but the modeling world that had attracted her held her back.

Shirley silently listened all in reverence, without interrupting at all. But Vino could feel the girl's grip growing tight, expressing her concern.

"It's all too sudden, and I need time to accept it completely. I knew I had to get up, but my legs were so powerless."

Vino ended his story and took a deep breath. Then smile. Shirley's right. la's much better now.

"Shirley, thank you. I'm glad I shared my story."

"Don't mind."

Vino took off their hands and moved to sit himself.

"Hey! Lie down more comfortably know!" shirley's protests are met with laughter by Vino.

"Then lay down. My neck is sore."

"Ck, and I you told me to talk to your back." Shirley sat herself down and slowly hit Vino's arm. Vino again chuckled as Shirley rolled her eyes in a fit of pity thanks to Vino who was acting in pain and grimacing. Shirley who was originally arrogant joined in smiling because of Vino's loose laughter.

"You really look better now."

"Is my face really that sad?"

"Come on, but I know something's wrong. First, your wound is not a commonly received wound in Body Maker. Moreover, it wasn't there during my visit to the cabin, which meant that it was a new wound. You won't be let out of BM if you're still careless and hurt. Second, there are no glasses. Something is clearly wrong."

"Whoa, are you an undercover agent posing as a model?"

Shirley flicked her hair while smiling proudly.

"You forgot who I was. I traveled around the world. And because of that, I was required to master various languages. Do you think you can with a fit brain?"

"Don't be arrogant of you." Vino grinned while randomizing Shirley's hair which was then brushed aside by the owner. Shirley tidied her hair while grinning in annoyance.

Vino smiled to see it. Yes, this is the Shirley he knew. The star came back before him. Near but unreachable.

"Aren't you wondering why Andrew left you?"

The question arrived Shirley enough to make Vino flinch.

"Stop that..."

"I think I understand why."

"What?! What's that?!"

Shirley clucked. "Bas stupid."

He then took his tongue out toward Vino,

"I won't tell you."

Shirley reflexively raised her hand forming a blockade in front of her face when she saw Vino's hand moving back to shuffle her hair.

"Don't mess with my hair again!"

Seringai Vino appeared. "Depends on your attitude."

"That's something I can't tell you! Even Andrew himself can't tell you. If you want to know, you're the one

find out."

Vino brushed his hair violently and grimaced as his finger touched his wound.

"Aaaargh! This all confused me! How do I find out?!"

"Andrew asked you about a valuable item that you risked damaging, right?"

"Yes, that question has nothing to do with what happened."

"And you said you'd rather take it off and keep it in a safe place?"

"What are you going to answer?"

"Maybe I'll do the same."

"Then?"

"Aren't you supposed to understand? What precious thing was Andrew trying to let go of back then?"

Vino fell silent, letting his brain digest. He is not stupid, but he is not a genius. His brain can still work better than the average person if he wants to use it. What was Andrew trying to do at the time?

Instantly Andrew's hard punch that hit his cheek flashed in his mind.

Replaced with the upset face of the young man when he said he was burdened with the responsibility of looking after Tiffany who he had received at the beginning of his departure.

Don't let the precious thing that Andrew is afraid of damaging it to prefer to take it off is...

"Ka.mi?"

"Bingo."

"But, but why? What will he do until the relationship breaks down? We've been fine all along. Didn't he just ruin it on purpose?"

Shirley raised her hand.

"You should ask him directly."

"You're not helping at all."

"You just have to wait."

"What?"

"No one will be able to take off their valuables just like that. Surely he will still see it or watch it, ascertain its wholeness."

"So you mean, he's coming back?"

want your fall or ruin."

"You're right." Vino finally revealed a sincere smile from his heart.

"Thank you, Miss Shirley."

Shirley laughed at Vino's call

to him.

"You're starting to sound like that lame BM guard staff."

"Oh, Brother Lam?"

"What's his name?"

"Prim..Pierce, if I'm not wrong."

"Hmmm.."

"What's wrong?"

"Eh? There aren't. I don't know why that name is so familiar to me.

"Is it possible that he is famous as a handsome staffer?" Vino raised his eyebrows next to tease Shirley.

Shirley responded with a slanted smile.

"Can be. Does that bother you?"

"Wow. The dormitory was really high level. A staff member can attract attention

supermodel of the world."

The two of them laughed together, a carefree laugh that momentarily forgot. The trust between them grew and bound them without a sound.

"Yoh!" Suddenly Shirley got up and pulled out her phone, ignoring the questioning gaze Vino. la contacted Elly and slightly looked away after she heard the tune.

Before long he returned with a grin that made the feathers of Vino's neck stand up.

"Let's come with me."

"Where?"

"Towards the next step to change yourself. You want to move forward, right?"

Shirley blinked one eye before waltzing away leaving Vino still in her 'I don't understand you mean' mode.

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Elly looked on in disbelief at the innocent thing in her hand. If only he did not remember that it was an expensive item, he had slammed it on the ground and trampled it to pieces.

"That spoiled little girl!" Aspersion.

Just now he felt able to breathe a sigh of relief after talking to many parties, the boy had asked him again to do this as he pleased. Just as Elly was about to voice her protest, the call was already unilaterally closed by her. Leaving Elly flabbergasted for her fate.

Elly groaned angrily before taking her little notepad on the dashboard of the car and noting what Shirley had asked for. Of course he will still do it. Other than because this was his duty, it was probably more because he wanted Shirley to be happy. The girl he had thought of as his own sister had kept it all by himself for too long. Although upset, Elly was still happy to see him who had found a place to share.

he put on his bluetooth earphones before starting his car. Pressing the call button to a contact and waiting for the call to be connected while running the car. Before long, he smiled hearing the voice of a middle-aged woman raising her phone.

"Yes? What's up, Elly?"

"Sorry ma'am, is it full?"

"Hm, not really. Does Shirley want another haircut?"

"No, this time it's not Shirley. But he'll come too."

"Hair cut?"

"Maybe a little more than that. Some sort of change in appearance. She's our model candidate. You're the expert, so I think you're the one who knows the flaws best. Please make a place."

"Do I have a place for you guys? You promised you'd let me do your mess hair. Remember?"

"Not now, ma'am I have other business, so I'm not coming. Besides, my hair's not messed up."

he disconnected the call before the mother of the owner of his subscription salon was getting chatty about the problem of unfeminine appearance.

It is not that 'Rommy' does not have their own makeup artist for their models, precisely what they have is the best. But Elly has known this mother since she was a child and knows very well the quality of her work. Shirley knew him too.

he first brought Shirley here when Shirley was confused to see him rushing home one day. The stubborn Shirley did not let him go free and hid in the middle seat of his car, then got out of there when he reached the hospital. Yes, my mother was sick at the time. That's when Shirley got to know mom.

Elly flinched as the sound of the car horn behind her rang out loud, pulling her unconscious after daydreaming for a moment. Lamp that

it turned out to have turned green without realizing it as if commanding him to immediately suppress the gas.

Elly pressed her car horn once as an apology to the car behind her before speeding away. While his right hand held the steering wheel, his left hand danced over the screen of his phone, looking for the second contact he had to call. The back-up tone sounded.

"With Billy. I am busy right now. So please-"

"Hello, Mr. Bil."

"Miss Elly?! Sorry, I didn't see my phone screen!"

"Forget over. Hows it? Have you found a replacement?"

"That's what I'm working on right now. This cancellation is too sudden. Even though thanks to you we were able to push back the deadline date, we still hope to publish this important catalog today. But it is not easy to find the quality as good as Miss Shirley. Maybe we should wait for tomorrow as you say."

"Shirley's willing today, but on one condition."

"A, what?! Really?! Today?"

"You're gonna accept the terms?"

"Yes, whatever it is! I guarantee our side will accept it!"

"la wants to bring her preferred male escort model."

…

"A, is she a professional model? Sorry, you know the catalog this time is very important for the progress of our business in the international arena. Even we have trouble finding a replacement model because it requires a high-quality model like Shirley Butler."

"No, he's an amateur."

…

"Suggest, don't reject it. Publishing rights are entirely yours. Just think about it first. It has potential. Although not on the front cover maybe you can put the picture in the small column on the back. If he's not really acting, you can pull him in the middle of a photo shoot. We don't have much time. Call me as soon as you make your decision."

Elly closes the call along with her arrival in front of a towering high fence with the emblem of 'Rommy'. The security guard who had known his face immediately opened the fence without asking much.

Elly immediately drove her car to the dormitory with the inscription 'modelling' on it while strengthening her mentality. This is the hardest part.