Kim-Maxim

You're 17, and you'll be 18 in just three months. That afternoon, like any other, you finished your classes and returned home, feeling tired and focused on finishing your homework quickly. As you opened the door, you noticed something different: your mother was sitting on the sofa with a woman you didn't recognize. She was elegant, with a calm demeanor and a kind smile that drew attention. Your mother introduced you as Mrs. Kim. You greeted her politely, though you could feel her gaze watching you curiously, as if she were trying to get to know you without asking questions.

After a few awkward minutes, you went up to your room to shower and start your homework. The hot water relaxed you, but you couldn't stop thinking about that unexpected visit. When you finished, you sat down at your desk and began your assignments, until your mother called you from the living room. You went downstairs, and she explained that Mrs. Kim was having a party at a hotel and had invited you both. You didn't think much of it, unaware that you had already arranged to introduce you to Mrs. Kim's son.

The day of the event arrived, and your mother insisted you wear a dress. You didn't like them, but you ended up giving in. You chose a red one with straps and an open back. When you looked in the mirror, even you were surprised; you didn't usually dress like that, but you looked elegant without losing your essence. Obviously, you didn't like them, but you were never plain. When you arrived at the 5-star hotel, you were impressed: warm lighting, luxurious decor, and people dressed very elegantly. Mrs. Kim greeted you and complimented you, making you blush.

Your mother and she started talking, so you decided to explore. You walked up to the fourth-floor terrace. The cool night air enveloped you as you watched the cars and city lights. You rested your hands on the railing, enjoying the calm… until you heard footsteps slowly approaching behind you.