Stumbling into her coat, Tae Yeon wrapped the scarf around while simultaneously jamming her foot into a leather boot. Just as she was about to run out of her apartment, she heard the familiar whistle of her cellphone.
“Hello?” Tae Yeon breathed heavily, as she pulled a loose strand of hair away from her mouth.
“It’s me, Mother.” Tae Yeon cleared her throat and sat down on the dusty couch.
“Hey, you’re up early,” she finally managed lamely.
“You know your father doesn’t approve.” Her mother’s voice echoed through the phone sternly.
“Yes, but I worked really hard for this job. The apartment’s much closer to headquarters.”
“Just come home and quit your job. The only way you can help us is by marrying someone appropriate.”
Tae Yeon chuckled softly and said, “Come on Mother, we’ve been through that fiasco already. I know you’re worried, but I’ve got everything handled.”
“Why don’t you want to get married?”
“I do, just not now.”
“Is there someone else?”
“No,” Tae Yeon said, and stared wistfully at the clock. 7:57.
“You can’t win against your father. You know that.” Her mother finally softened her tone as she tried to appease her.
“Mother, I’m not trying to win him. I’m trying to live my own life, and I need both of you to trust me. I’m late. How about this, I’ll come home for dinner tonight. We can talk more then,” Tae Yeon promised.
“Alright,” her mother said sadly and then hung up.
8:00. Damn. Tae Yeon swiftly shut her door and then locked it. Humming a simple tune she had learned from someone, she jogged down the stairs and out the entrance. Snow drifted downward without end and Tae Yeon ducked underneath the canopy marking the bus stop.
“Miss Kim, Miss Kim,” she heard an old voice call from behind her.
“Mr. Park,” Tae Yeon responded to the old, kind looking man who hobbled toward her.
“That book you always ask me about? Came in this morning,” he handed over a wrapped parcel.
“Thank you so much, how much is it?” Tae Yeon asked excitedly as she clutched the item.
“You take it. It belongs to you,” he said. When Tae Yeon protested, he just shook his head and slowly walked back to his own bookstore.
Tae Yeon quickly ripped the brown paper to shreds and stared in anticipation.
The corners were varnished with a gold tint along the edges and an elaborate sword cut through the center. The title, also emblazoned in gold, stated: The Prince of Istanbul.
Her fingers trembled as she opened the cover. The book actually contained two novels, “The Prince of Istanbul” and “Fish or Pig”.
She slowly read through the first page.
This novel is dedicated to the person who believed in me when no one else would.
She scanned the remaining empty space in disappointment. It had been four years after all.
Flipping through the pages listlessly, her finger caught on the penultimate one in particular. In the center was the following code - SH.D.25.Every Year.
The bus groaned to a stop and Tae Yeon rushed to get on. With a sudden thought, she rapidly dug through her shoulder bag. Clutching her phone, she checked the date.
It was December twenty-third, and also the most hopeful day of the year.
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