I cried for a good long time while YiJung took a shower. I just can't believe I've gotten myself into this situation. And I'm angry that I have to waste this time on YiJung. Sure, I'm smitten. But he can't commit, and he apparently hates me. So, when this is all over and done, I'm going to treat myself to a pedicure and find a nice new boyfriend. Someone who treats me right. I'm tempted to pat myself on the back. Good plan, GaEul. 'A' for effort.

YiJung steps out of the bathroom, looking like he's ready for a photo shoot. Hair is perfectly styled. The suit tailored and wrinkle-free. Face? Clean shaven. I've got a simple dress on—it's purple, and it's flattering, but compared to him, I look like a mess. Arguh. That's another reason YiJung is wrong for me. He dresses better than I do.

At 10:00 am, we make our entrance in the lobby separately. JanDi, JiHoo and WooBin are already there. JunPyo, however, isn't.

"My stupid husband's late." I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest before I remember that I also had a husband—even if he was a jerk and won't actually be my husband for long. Granted, JanDi doesn't know this, and won't ever know this, but still. I'm now a smug married couple.

"It's alright, JanDi. We don't mind waiting." YiJung is as cool as ever. He's got his hands in his pockets, and he's acting like he went to bed at 8pm last night he's so rested. He's obviously had more experience than I in lying. My idea is to speak as little as possible. If I don't talk, I can't give us away. Which naturally means that the plan will go to hell in about 10 seconds.

"GaEul, where were you this morning? I tried calling your room, but you didn't answer..." JanDi pushes her face up into mine. She thinks it's cute, and I think she's too old for that.

"Ugh..." Crap. I knew I couldn't do this. "I was...sleeping. Heavily. Alone. Booze. Tired. All alone. Vegas. Food?" Shiiiiiiite. That was awful. My eyes impulsively dart to YiJung and he looks like he's enjoying every minute of this, the bastard. I knew he was thinking I was really bad at this.

"Okay..." JanDi looks doubtful, but thankfully she leaves it alone.

"So, what's the plan for today?" JunPyo, yes! He always knows the best time to make an entrance.

"Ya! Gu JunPyo! Could you have been any slower?" JanDi hits her husband. "We almost died, we were so bored!"

"Sorry." I'm not. You couldn't have come at a better time, JunPyo.

"Well, I was thinking of going gambling." WooBin says.

"I'm going to find a nice place to read." Of course you are, JiHoo.

"I've got a couple errands to run in town. Shouldn't take too long, and then I'll join you, WooBin?" YiJung looks to the door, as if merely standing here was wasting his time. WooBin nods his agreement.

"GaEul, and I are going shopping, right?" Shopping? In LasVegas? I knew I loved you JanDi.

"In that case, I'm going with you." JunPyo wraps his arms around this wife, only to be hit again.

"No! Go gambling! This is our girl day! We'll see you later." And with that, she storms off, grabbing me by the wrists. Poor JunPyo is left standing in the lobby, dumbfounded.

We quickly catch a taxi and head to the shops. Everything in this city is neon colored, and loud—I'm not sure what kinds of clothes await us. They should be beautiful...and expensive.

JanDi leads us into one shoe store, only to be astonished by the price tags. Did she not think it would be more expensive in America than in Korea? She was all set to leave when I reminded her that she married one of the world's richest men. I think she can afford a pair of $2000 Louboutins. She reluctantly bought one pair, and then decided she wanted to go someplace more our style and price.

God bless my best friend. Sure, she's smugly married, but she knows where she came from, and I don't think she'll ever forget it. I'm sure she sits at home in her mansion and clips coupons to use at the grocery store.

We ended up at a small mall outside of Vegas, and began shopping. These stores don't have silks, and cashmeres, but the clothes were nicely styled. Plenty of them would be wearable to work. I was thumbing my way through the rack, trying to find my size when JanDi noticed. Crap.

"Yah, GaEul. What's on your hand?"

"Hm? What?" I try to think of a distraction, but JanDi is too quick.

"The ring."

"Ring? Do you mean the one on the mannequin?" I point the other way before JanDi grabs my hand and waves it in my face.

"This one."

"Oh—that ring. I...bought it...?" No way in heck was this convincing.

"Yah! GaEul! Don't lie to me." Sigh.

"Okay, okay. I was goofing off the other day with Sunbae, and I tried on the ring at a store. It got stuck, so he decided to just buy it. We're going to return it as soon as my finger stops swelling. It was just too embarrassing to tell, okay? Sheesh." JanDi looks at me skeptically. She was thinking over the answer.

She ended up laughing in my face.

"Only you GaEul would get such a ring stuck on your finger. At least it's pretty, right? Phew. You had me worried for a minute. I was afraid you were going to say you were engaged!" I can't believe I got away with the lie. Curse you YiJung! I must have caught your lying ability!

I nervously laugh. "Yeah, me and YiJung. Engaged! Great joke JanDi." She looks at me blankly.

"YiJung? Why would you be engaged to YiJung? I was thinking it was the teacher at your school." Teacher at my school? Who was she talking a-Oh, Han TaeSoong.

Han TaeSoong is the fifth grade teacher two rooms down from me. He is middle-aged, never been married, and I'm sure he goes home each night to go on CyberWorld and play video games. My life might be sad, but his is worse. And from the day I started working at the school, he seemed determined to win me over. Which was weird because he also doesn't have much in the way of social skills. I'm not sure how many times I walked into my classroom to find some sort of awkward gift—a single movie ticket, homemade jam, a live fish to cook with. They were all sweet, but slightly off. How could JanDi think I'd agree to marry him?!

"Han TaeSoong? JanDi, you're kidding me, right?"

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't do something crazy!" She smiles and goes back to looking at the clothes. At least she didn't ask my why I thought I was engaged to YiJung.

I was just about to go try on a new dress when I got a text message. Who knew three words could strike so much fear in my heart?

"Can't get annulled."