The singles' party was indeed as boring as expected.

Dashiell sat on the second-floor balcony, looking through the transparent glass railing at the pool below. Several young men in swimming trunks were holding bikini-clad women, jumping into the pool amidst cheers and whistles. Some women shyly and excitedly screamed, while others deliberately approached the edge of the pool, trying to peep at Dashiell on the second floor.

Dashiell extinguished his cigarette, placed his index finger on his temple, and looked indifferently at the red wine in his cup. "So boring!!” He said.

The beige interior design perfectly matched Stellan's lecherous yet innocent older man vibe. Knowing Dashiell disliked plants, Stellan...