A sail-shaped building stood on an artificial island, its steel exoskeleton wrapped around a concrete core. Inside that massive structure, in the center of a glittering party hall, a woman in a red dress stood drenched in wine.
Across from her, a man held another woman protectively in his arms while glaring at the red-dressed woman.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I hate you. I only like the girl who saved me from the river when I was a kid," the man shouted.
The woman in his arms froze for a second.
"She is that girl. Fate brought us together again," the man said and hugged the woman he was holding.
The woman in his arms smiled shyly at him but secretly cast a sly, triumphant look toward the woman in red.
The woman in Red was the true childhood sweetheart, but her roommate had stolen her belongings and used them to stage this entire drama.
The woman in red did not say a single word.
