Seo leaves her baffled, Seol is uncertain if she preferred the confusion to the absolutely bitter envy she had felt earlier. Min Ha fusses with her starched collar, straightening its lines, folding the corners. Seol focuses on her reflection instead, going through that conversation and her summary dismissal instead.
"But she is not what you are to me…"
He had said it as if it was an undeniable truth, or a confession he had not meant to make.
"What am I then?" She wonders aloud. Min Ha looks at her ridiculously.
"Why mama? You are the imperial princess!"
She steps around to fix her hair into its half updo and picks up an eagle embossed pin to secure the elaborate twist she had made.
"Not that –" Seol stops her, shuffling through the collection of dazzling hair ornaments in the chest – she picks up a silver one instead, fashioned into a cluster of butterflies dotted with twinkling blue stones. "This."
Min Ha frowns.
