Ji-Ah sighed as she unlocked the door to her apartment, stepping inside with heavy reluctance. Behind her, Evelyn followed, dragging her suitcase with little enthusiasm.
"This is ridiculous," Ji-Ah muttered under her breath.
Evelyn smirked, looking around the modest yet well-kept space. "Not bad. At least I won't be stuck in some dusty corner."
Ji-Ah rolled her eyes. "You have a penthouse, Evelyn. Don't act like this is some upgrade."
Evelyn dropped her suitcase near the couch and stretched. "True, but I don't hate this arrangement."
Ji-Ah clenched her jaw. She hated this arrangement.
After the engagement, her parents had forced her into this situation, arguing that living together was necessary for appearances. Ji-Ah refused to move into Evelyn's place—it was too much in Evelyn's territory, too much control in her hands. So, as a compromise, Evelyn had moved into her apartment instead.
Not that it made Ji-Ah feel any better.
"I'll take the bedroom," Ji-Ah announced, picking up Evelyn's suitcase.
Evelyn smoothly took it back. "Nice try. But I need a good night's sleep, and I doubt your couch is that comfortable."
Ji-Ah crossed her arms. "This is my place."
Evelyn shrugged. "And I was forced to be here, so we either share the bed, or you take the couch."
Ji-Ah's eye twitched. "We are not sharing a bed."
Evelyn grinned. "Then enjoy your new couch, fiancée."
Ji-Ah groaned and stomped to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to cool her rising frustration. She had no idea how she was going to survive this arrangement.
But one thing was certain—this was going to be a nightmare.