"Jyeon and I reconciled... we're trying again," I mutter somewhat shyly. My face flushes with heat and color, and I dodge past her to pull out a chair for Greta. I don't want to make a big thing out of this, or she might pin too much hope, and we've only just started.

"Is that what you both want? Are you sure? You can forgive Jyeon?" Mother follows me as I seat Greta, her tone wary, sliding her hand around my arm to pause me as I pull another seat out and turns me to her with a serious expression. There's deep concern etched on her pretty face. "Don't do...