She was standing by the kitchen counter, busily arranging the food on the plates. A satisfied smile touched the corner of her red lips as she looked at the presentation of the food she made. Growing up with her mother and six older sisters taught her the importance of the taste as well as the appearance of the food. At the thought of her parents and siblings, Jenna’s satisfied smile turned wistful. It has been almost a decade now since she last stood in the kitchen with them— nine years since she’d last helped them cook and arrange food on plates. That was the night before she moved into the city— the night before she came to live at the dorms at Seoul International University, and two weeks before she met Yunho again and fell in love with him. Jenna hadn’t realized she had stopped movin

