Ashma was done with her mom. She was happy that she was not with Young-Soo. She was happy that everyone was dancing with the people they were supposed to, except Yong-Sun. She kept staring at Yong-Sun. He was too busy dancing with Young-Mi. Once or twice he glanced in her direction. She thought it was an accidental glance. She clenched and unclenched her fists hard making her fingernails dig hard into her palms. Along with her fists, she kept clenching her jaws too.
She kept scrunching her nose. It was getting difficult for her to breathe. First, her mother was dancing with someone she didn't want and now Yong-Sun was dancing with someone she didn't want him to. It was like everyone was trying to piss her off. Her eyes teared up with anger. She didn't want to cry in front of everyone. She knew people would think that she was sad when in fact she was mad, super mad.
