KELLY'S POV
On that particular Wednesday morning, the sun shone brightly, its warmth penetrating through the flimsy curtains that cascaded in front of the window and striking me square in the face.
The chirping of the birds on the tree branches seemed like music to me, and it reminded me of the music box.
After turning onto my left side and closing my eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep, my eyes were drawn to the music box perched on top of my nightstand.
Every morning, I'd gotten into the habit of playing the music box before getting ready to go to school. I'd smile as I watched the figures dance and listened to the music, and then my entire day would be filled with happiness.
I was curious how Cheol was faring now that he'd moved to New York. If he could readily adjust to his new surroundings and the new people he would meet. Had he met any new people? Did he find someone like me? Someone he'd adore and treat like a princess?