“You shouldn’t yell out so loudly in this place. It isn’t dignified.”

The name of the lady who had spoken was Hahn Aiin. She had long hair, and a solemn air surrounded her. The bubbly bobbed-hair woman was named Yoo Hweeyoung, whom Hahn Aiin was scolding.

“So what? This place is noisy anyways. Also, I wasn’t that loud.”

“It was loud enough. The fact that others are loud doesn’t give you the right to be loud also.”

Suddenly, the two women started a light verbal sparring. Jimin let out a bitter laughter.

‘The two of them haven’t changed at all.’

They bickered with each other, but it looked like playful banter between close friends. Even though both women had opposite personalities, they didn’t clash. They supplemented each other’s shortcomings, and they had looked after Jimin’s father Jungbum in the past. They were the ideal mothers in her mind. They were completely different from her real mother. She thought about these two step mothers that were standing in front of her.

‘If these two were my real mothers...’

It was a sentiment she had felt all through her childhood. This feeling once again quietly washed over her like a rising tide. At that moment, she felt a small hand tug at her clothes.

“Huh?”

Jimin turned towards the direction where her clothes were being tugged....