~You gotta know that you're one in a million
You gotta know that you're one in a million
You gotta know that you're one in a million~
With a ballad song from her favorite girl group from South Korea playing in her earphone, Daniella closed the door and opened the compartment side of her car, taking out her luggage which contained her things for her short, hopefully, stay in the country. She only brought her things which were enough for two months. that was her plan on staying, either exactly or if possible, shorter than that, she had to end her task within just those time.
She looked at herself at first, tying her white shoes, dusting off her denim jeans, fixing her denim jacket, and checked if her white inner shirt was still clean. When all was set, she took her luggage on its handle
