"Oh what the heck did I do, shiit!" Summer pulled away from the hug, and slammed her palm against her forehead. "I ruined your life with my own hands, argh!"
"Hey, Summer, stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault at all. As if you ever knew your dad had fixed the marriage proposal with that guy…"
"He never did that, Yve! Like hell my father can ever get that big shot as my marriage candidate. How is that even possible?" Summer cried out loud in response to Yvette, still with a messed up face wet from tears.
"Huh? Then… how… I am sure I didn't go into the wrong room back then," Yvette tried to recall hard about that day, if she ended up mixing up anything. But she clearly remembers to ask for the room by Summer's name. There is no way she would mix up the names here, unless…
