Mirae came downstairs after half an hour, wearing Ash's oversized shirt and boxers. He already laid out the breakfast on the table but he was nowhere around. Mirae headed towards the table only to find a note.
"Will be back in an hour," he wrote. "Eat up!"
She smiled and decided to wait for him. Instead, she scanned around the house. The antiques he collected fascinated her. There was a vase which belonged to a Korean emperor, a rare painting of a forgotten queen and many more items. Mirae recalled a reality program where Ash once showed a peek into his home and displayed these collectibles. His pursuit of art was admirable to her.
As she went through the antiques, her eyes fell on the old book once again. Something drew her towards it. She could not put her finger on it, but for some unknown reason, she sympathized with the wife of the story.
Mirae vaguely heard the front door open and shut.
"Mirae?" Ash called out.
