Eun-ji sat before the mirror as the attentants dried her hair. Seo-yeon's face was on the cover of the magazine she was staring down at.
She was going to be giving out her one identity which was the Empress of the music industry. She knew she was really never nothing without that title she held.
Eun-ji was sure Seo-yeon would be the one she would crown tomorrow.
"I'm the worst." Eun-ji sighed as she rested her back well as they straightened her hair.
Flashback to the other day when Do-yun visited.
"Apologize to Seo-yeon? In front of the whole world?" Eun-ji looked at him in shock. "What the hell are you saying?"
"You should be thanking me for lending you that piece of advice. You're too dumb to think about it. If you do, you might still have the chance to build a future outside the music industry." Do-yun explained in a cold voice. "But if you don't want to do that, that's your problem."