At the central lounge of Bosga cam bermigo
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"Ouch!... Ouch... It hurts!"
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/What's wrong, Pat? Did you hear what I said? Your idol, Limone.../
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"Hmm... I know now. I just stabbed my finger with a needle a while ago. It must have been three times before. I've never done this before. Maybe this is a premonition."
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/What premonition do you have? Aren't you sad that she's dead? And she died in our country?/
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"Sigh... After so many days, I'm starting to get over it. That's why I'm trying to make a copy of her latest collection. At least as a last remembrance. But no matter how much I make it, I always have to fix it, Anda. The needle always pricks my finger. So I think maybe this is a reminder to me to stop making these dresses and find inspiration from other places instead. Which I think I found it already."
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/What?/
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"Can I not tell you now? Let me be more certain."
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/Okay, okay. If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. I have to go back to work. I'll hang up here for now. Seeing you're not depressed because of the bad news about Ms. Limone, I'm relieved. See you later./
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"Tut… tut… tut… tut."
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Nongnapat looked away from the pile of fabric in front of her and put the needle back into the needle cushion.
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"Continue working, Anda? That's your boss. He's my new inspiration.."
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In the expensive-looking store, Nongnapat in a dress stared at her friend for minutes. It had been almost 2 months since she and Anda had seen each other since that day. The gap between their classes had begun to form into a wall.
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"Please give me some Moscato. Bring me some by Bottle. It should be good for two people. By the way, can you drink wine, Pat?"
Anda glanced at Nongnapat before the sommelier of the shop interjected.
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"Don't worry, customer. This wine has a low alcohol content, is slightly sweet and sour, and is easy to drink. If you were to compare it to a movie, it would be comparable to Richard Curtis' Love Actually. It's perfect for girls like you."
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"Ah… uh."
"I don't know. I've never drunk wine before. I just know that it's expensive…"
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"Stop! Let's just say I'll take that bottle. Go get it!"
Anda quickly waved her hand back and forth, dismissing the sommelier to do as she asked, while placing her fingertip on her lips to stop her best friend from saying anything more.
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"No, Pat. We don't see each other very often, so we have to go all out. How much is something like this worth?"
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"How can that be? Money can be found so easily. I had my suspicions from the beginning, why did you invite me here? What kind of restaurant is this? It's so fancy. There was classical music playing and the food was all expensive."
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"Oh… Don't worry about it, I'll pay for it! I'll treat you! You can eat as much as you want, I can afford it!"
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Honestly, she was not very happy. Nongnapat put her spoon and fork on her plate, slightly moving her body away from the edge of the table, and suddenly slammed her palm on the table.
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"What happened to you, Anda! You've changed a lot, do you realize that? You weren't like this before. Where did you get the money? Tell me now!"
She shouted loudly, causing her friend to be flustered and suspicious.
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"Fuck… I work, you know… If I don't work, where will I get the money…!"
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"Are you selling yourself!?"
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"You idiot… Who would have such a low-minded heart? I still work as a secretary, just with a few extra extras. Wait a minute… Let me find my phone, I'll show you.
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Meanwhile, the food that was ordered started to be served on the table. Including the white wine that was agreed upon, but Anda was still busy looking for her own things in the bag. To make it easier, she poured everything out. Famous brand watches, grade A cosmetics, genuine leather wallets, and a new phone that was not yet available in the country.
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Everything was a personal item with an extremely high price. So expensive that even Anda worked all year, she would not be able to easily find it to own. Her image therefore looked much better than before. In just two months of not seeing each other, what made this close friend push herself up?
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"Here it is! Look, Pat! Please comment on whether the two of us are suitable or not?^^"
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A photo of Anda with a foreign man was prominently displayed on the phone.
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"Foreigner?! I didn't know you were into foreign things these days. Didn't you say you didn't like foreigners?"
Nongnaphat squinted her eyes and asked, rolling her eyes.
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"Cough cough. Ahem… that's right! Actually, he's not my type at all. I don't like older men. But if he wasn't, he would never get to use these good things."
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"He's "rich", right?"
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"Oh... that's something like that. Then what do you want me to do! If I keep playing hard to get, when will I ever get to have him for real in this life? The Thai guy who came to flirt with me, he's a guard or a document delivery man, which one would you choose!?"
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"And another thing, when he has money, right? I plan to have him get plastic surgery. This time, oh my! I want to have a plump face and a thousand six-pack. People who aren't pretty, as long as they have money, they can use the money to improve themselves to look better. Unlike poor people who can't do anything." Anda continued.
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"That's right... You're talking nicely, An. I agree, but I still have something on my mind?"
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"What?"
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The tip of the fork was stuck into the steak. The sharp knife sliced it into bite-sized pieces.
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"I feel familiar with this boyfriend's face. It feels like I've seen him somewhere before?"
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"Just kidding… It can't be like that! Westerners usually have similar facial structures like this. Even Koreans all look the same, what about Europeans? His name is Didier Erschong, he's the chairman's personal assistant. We've been talking about work together a lot lately, so we… got a spark! Hahaha!"
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"Chairman?!"
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"Hey, you! You're acting all right, girl! You're Emmanuel Gaston, the handsome and cool boyfriend of your idol Limone. You, the one who survived the accident when he came to launch the new collection… Oops!"
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It almost blurted out something more. Luckily, Anda stopped herself in time.
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"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said this. I'm sorry, Pat. Maybe you're upset about this. Crazy! Your mouth! Your mouth!"
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"No, I've been over it for a long time. But I'm quiet because I feel sorry for him. I feel so sorry for Emmanuel, who lost his lover when they seemed so in love. No matter how rich he is, he can't bring his lover back. Doesn't your boyfriend Didier talk about him? How is he doing now?"
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"A little bit. I heard that he's become introverted and has a bad temper. His decision-making on important matters has slowed down, so his assistant has to work harder… and most importantly, it seems like the chairman hates everything about Thailand. Even the Bom mache branch I work for… "I still don't know my fate."