Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: My Style
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People have all sorts of ways to express themselves.
And among them, the quickest and easiest has to be their outfit.
You can tell at a glance, and it gives you a rough idea of what kind of person they are based on their style.
But me? I'm a luxury-wrapped woman with zero sense of style.
If you could call that a style, sure, but honestly, it feels a bit off.
'In a way, it's just like flaunting your money everywhere.'
I already show off plenty on SNS, but that's separate from real life.
You can brag there without issue, but in reality, it creates this distance from people, you know?
Of course, this kind of getup does help connect me with folks on my financial level.
But in my age group, hardly anyone has that kind of wealth.
'Come to think of it, Yeon-a unnie's age bracket is the closest to mine.'
Even so, with my physical age at 21, it's bound to look a little awkward.
Anyway, there's a reason I'm pondering all this.
'Maybe I should pick up some non-luxury clothes too...'
Throw on some designer brand outfits, coats, and shoes, step out, and bam—tons of attention.
People say others don't care much about strangers, but reality proves otherwise.
Like when a rare sports car roars by—you can't help but stare.
The chaebol life.
Or more precisely, the life of someone who doesn't know how to style and just piles on luxury goods.
It's pretty uncomfortable.
'Feels like an excuse to buy new clothes...'
Staring at the shopping mall window on my monitor, that thought creeps in.
Screw overthinking—just keep it simple.
The Americano casual-style clothes from the shoot last time.
I liked them a lot, so I'm buying those.
And while I'm at it, grabbing different styles too, variety-style.
"Hmm... No need to worry about prices—super convenient."
I spread out the salt bread that just arrived and sipped my cafe mocha piled high with whipped cream.
Diet... I'm doing yoga hard, so this should be fine, right?
I poked my belly just a bit.
Good—no extra fat.
'Gotta add more exercise besides yoga...'
Cutting back on food is tough.
Might as well exercise—easier that way.
With that in mind, I turned back to the monitor.
"Hmm..."
The shopping site I'm on now is that Americano casual edit shop where they took my photos last time.
Browsing the popular items list, but seeing myself on screen makes me feel kinda embarrassed.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ [Popular Items]
[Limited Stock]
[Restocked 3 Times]
Those labels make me proud and sheepish at the same time, so I just sucked hard on the straw.
'But how do you even pick clothes...'
The size dilemma is solved.
Now it's about what suits me, what I want to wear.
I could just stick to the outfits from the shoot by memory, but that'd be copying, not finding my style—just wearing familiar stuff.
My goal: pick clothes more proactively.
Plenty of money, no budget worries—find what I wanna wear.
That vibe.
So I asked Yeon-a.
'How to pick clothes? Hmm... First, figure out what styles you like, Yeon-bi. Then check if they suit you and go from there.'
Vague enough that I'm still not totally sure.
I don't even know what styles I like.
'I was into fashion once...'
I had styles I loved, times I enjoyed dressing up.
Problems: haven't kept up in ages, trends changed.
And... 'becoming a woman.'
Zero clue on women's styles.
Especially since women's fashion varies wildly by body, height, face.
'Even picking male models has its headaches, but female models? A real pain. Plus, they can pull off men's clothes too, which makes it harder.'
Yeon-a says it's tough, so for me? Forget it.
But she did give solid advice: body type.
'Big chest messes with the fit, yeah. But yours is big in a pretty way—not overly bulky.'
'So what should someone like me wear?'
'You tried some today, right? Layered like Americano casual or loose fits suit you perfectly. That's why I asked you.'
Americano casual fits my body, but the chest... yeah.
Still, gave me direction.
Layerable pieces.
Boxy or oversized vibes.
"Hmm..."
But styles are still tricky.
I get Americano casual, but other styles? No clue how to wear them.
Normally I'd skip, but this time I'm trying other styles too—if it looks pretty to me, cart it.
Did that on the photo shop site, filled the cart.
Hopped sites, filled more carts.
Dual monitors' perk.
Rich shopping spree.
Shopping sped up, so did spending.
'...Gonna burn through Yeon-a unnie's daily pay quick.'
Daily pay's for a day's work, not to blow in hours.
Nearly a small company's monthly salary.
Burned on short shop—feels weird.
'Truly pocket change now.'
Even hard modeling work barely pays this.
She hooked me up big, daily rate's huge, but for me now? Doesn't add up.
I smirked, popping the last salt bread crumb.
Clothes shopping done.
Doorstep buried in packages tomorrow, probably.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Clothes here.
Clothes there.
And way over by the entrance, boxes piled like a mountain.
"...Too many?"
Not really that much.
Full small company salary on clothes, but edit shop prices ain't cheap.
Still, looks excessive to me.
'Not just the quantity—how to mix 'em...'
Unlike luxury stuff that's fancy draped on and easy to coord with anything.
Wrong combo? Cheap-looking, trashy.
Prime internet fashion terrorist material.
Regretting a bit.
'Should've thought more...'
I pulled one cheek in, nibbling lightly with teeth, eyeing the strewn clothes.
Expert could perfect combos here.
Ah.
Why didn't I think?
Don't know? Ask expert.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Yoo Yeon-a fulfilled a small wish.
Dress up stylish Choi Yeon-bi in various outfits, observe the vibes.
Just a wish—respected Yeon-bi's will, no push. But seized the chance when it came.
Wish granted, yet she thought unfulfilled might've been better.
'I'm done with modeling...'
Hesitated? Would've persuaded. But firm no.
Regret lingered, but can't force modeling.
Yeon-a enjoyed but felt the loss.
'Dressing her would've been fun.'
Agency for pretty, handsome, proportioned kids—her baby, so extra regret.
In a way, she's the most desire-driven here.
So she vented regret at Yeon-bi's latest message.
💬 Messages — Yeon-bi Unnie Like you told me last time bought some clothes, checked styles still kinda hard So wanna go out, try on in person, get advice Got time? — Yeon-a Aaaaah ㅡ No time... ㅡ (Rabbit doll despair emoji) ㅡ You did so great last time ㅡ Work exploded ㅡ — Yeon-bi Th... that's thanks, right? — Yeon-a Of course super thankful! ㅡ But now... I'm swamped ㅡ Can't go ㅡ "Aaaah... Why is this happening...?"
Park Ji-su tilted her head at Yoo Yeon-a writhing in the corner, grieving, and approached.
"What's... wrong?"
She eyed Yeon-a curiously.
Seeing Ji-su sparked an idea.
"...Perfect timing. Free this weekend?"
"Yeah, nothing planned."
"Contact Yeon-bi right now."
Ji-su blinked at the out-of-nowhere request.
"...Huh?"
"Help her instead of me."
Suddenly saddled with a mission.
Through Yeon-a's hookup, the two reached edit shops, vintage spots, fashion accessory stores.
And a third joined them.
"Kim Min-hyeok, then..."
"A guy's perspective is crucial too. Plus, lots of women wear men's clothes, so for that advice, I'll..."
Hearing the two were shopping, Min-hyeok ditched rare vacation, slotted naturally between Park Ji-su and Choi Yeon-bi.
Not driving or anything weird, so Yeon-a and Ji-su okayed it.
Yeon-bi too.
Thus, trio a bit awkward but outwardly perfect headed to the fashion district.