"Why do your words pierce me so deeply?"  _______________________________________ "Ugh...please!" I begged, but the stern man behind the leather chair refused to answer. It's been a month since I last saw Aeri. "I have to go back" I ruffled my hair frustratedly. "Eunha did something to her." My father turns to glare at me in disbelief. "Eunha is a good girl, why are you so worried about that friend of yours? She's influenced you a little too much, just stay in Dubai and settle our company affairs" my father says nonchantly, flipping his paperwork over to emphasize his point. Ever since I was a child, he always disliked the sight of my best friend. A peasant, he says. "You don't get it at all." I muttered under my breath, disappointed at his statement. He never did believe my wor

