"I don't like complicated things, so..."
The young miss raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the door to the VIP room opened and rows of clothing racks entered, flanked by professional-looking store assistants. Naturally, everyone was bewildered.
"Y-young Miss?" the Chief even stuttered in surprise. "What's the meaning of this?"
"Why? It's my next test!" Sarah spread out her hands enthusiastically. "A beauty contest!"
"What?!"
This time, not even Hajin predicted it. He couldn't hold back his smile, however, which the other candidates did not miss. They were cursing inwardly, but Hajin wasn't smiling out of confidence--he already knew he was the only one who could be picked anyway.
Is this your way of saying I'm handsome? Hajin arched his brow at the young miss, who of course did not address him directly.
"Miss Seul-ah--"
"Sarah," the young miss threw a warning look at the Chief.
