Sophie Silvia

22 years old live with her mother and have only one best friend

Kalita ku

A 24 year old living alone has many friends but the only one close to her is Sophie.

The first time Sophie and Kalita met was at a fashion show.

What started as simple admiration for each other's style slowly turned into something deeper.

They had too many similarities to call it coincidence.

The same birthday month.

The same love for fashion.

The same late-night habits.

The same comfort in silence.

And before they realized it—

they had become inseparable.

For almost two years, they lived together as roommates.

A beautiful pale girl with soft brown wavy hair.

And a handsome brown-skinned Asian girl with long black straight hair.

Completely different.

Yet somehow perfectly matched.

Even after Sophie moved back to her homeland, their bond never weakened.

They still called each other every day.

Still made time to meet once every month.

Still acted like two lovesick best friends who could never stay apart for too long.

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One evening—

both of their phones buzzed at the exact same time.

An invitation.

Met Gala.

Sophie’s eyes widened immediately.

At the same moment, Kalita was already reaching for her phone to call her.

But the call didn’t go through.

Busy.

Again.

And again.

Sophie puffed her cheeks in annoyance.

Meanwhile, Kalita stared at her own phone before laughing softly under her breath.

“She’s definitely calling me.”

Just then—

Sophie’s phone rang.

Ku~ 💌

Her pout deepened before she finally answered the video call.

The screen lit up with Kalita’s smiling face.

The moment Kalita saw Sophie pouting, her expression softened immediately.

“Sophy~”

“My caramel… why are you pouting already?”

Sophie crossed her arms dramatically.

“Where were you so busy?”

Kalita chuckled quietly.

“I was calling you.”

“And I think you were doing the same thing.”

Sophie’s lips slowly parted before she looked away in embarrassment.

Kalita smiled at how adorable she looked.

Then she asked gently,

“So… my caramel got the invitation too?”

The moment those words left her mouth, Sophie brightened instantly.

“Yes!!”

“And listen—”

She moved closer to the camera excitedly.

“What if we surprise each other with our outfits?”

“No spoilers until the gala.”

“And then we’ll finally see each other there for the first time.”

She kept talking without stopping.

Explaining ideas.

Themes.

Colors.

Accessories.

Meanwhile, Kalita simply rested her cheek against her palm and listened quietly.

Watching Sophie talk like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Hours passed like that.

Until suddenly—

Sophie’s stomach growled loudly.

She froze in horror.

“Oh my god.”

Kalita burst into laughter.

“I think your tummy is asking for food after all this planning.”

Sophie covered her face in embarrassment.

Kalita smiled softly before speaking in her usual gentle tone.

“Go eat something first.”

“And sleep early.”

“Don’t stay awake all night trying to choose an outfit.”

Sophie blinked.

Because that was exactly what she had planned to do.

“…Okay.”

“Good.”

Kalita smiled.

“Goodnight, my caramel.”

Sophie’s expression softened immediately.

“Goodnight too, Ku~”

The call ended.

But neither of them stopped thinking about the other afterward.

—

The day of the Met Gala finally arrived.

In separate dressing rooms—

both stood in front of their mirrors.

Checking every detail carefully.

Thinking about only one person.

Sophie’s cheeks slowly turned pink as she adjusted her golden dress.

Meanwhile, Kalita couldn’t stop smiling at herself.

Thinking about one pale girl she had missed for weeks.

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Kalita entered the gala first.

Cameras flashed endlessly around her.

Interviews.

Photoshoots.

Questions.

But even while smiling at the cameras—

her eyes kept searching for someone.

And then—

she saw her.

Sophie.

Walking down the entrance in a breathtaking golden gown.

Her hair tied elegantly into a bun.

Her collarbones are softly visible beneath the lights.

She looked ethereal.

For a moment—

Kalita forgot how to breathe.

She simply stood there frozen.

Until Sophie finally walked in front of her with a small nervous smile.

Waiting.

Expecting a reaction.

But when Kalita still said nothing, Sophie gently tapped her shoulder.

“Ku~~”

Kalita blinked and finally snapped out of her daze.

“…Hm?”

Sophie looked at her carefully.

“Do I not look good?”

Kalita answered immediately.

“No.”

“You look so beautiful that I genuinely forgot to breathe.”

Sophie’s face instantly turned red.

She hadn’t expected something so direct.

Meanwhile, Kalita was still staring at her like she couldn’t look away.

Trying to break the suddenly soft silence, Sophie spoke quickly,

“You look pretty too.”

Kalita smiled faintly before gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind Sophie’s ear.

“Not more than you.”

Sophie blushed harder before lightly pushing her shoulder.

“You idiot…”

“Come on. Everyone must be waiting for us.”

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THE END

THE FASHION GIRLIES SECRET.

The gala hall was glowing with lights.

Music echoed softly around the room while cameras flashed endlessly from every direction.

Kalita and Sophie spent most of the evening together.

Taking pictures.

Making reels.

Laughing quietly between interviews.

But slowly—

Kalita started getting pulled away more and more by her friends.

And Sophie noticed everything.

The touching.

The way their hands lingered too long on her waist while taking photos.

The way they played with her hair.

The way they leaned too close while talking.

It made her uncomfortable.

Very uncomfortable.

But every time she thought about saying something—

she stopped herself.

Because whenever Kalita smiled around her friends, Sophie’s words would disappear before they could leave her mouth.

So instead—

she stayed quiet.

Clenching her fists.

Biting her lips silently.

Because just because she didn’t have many friends—

didn’t mean she had the right to take Kalita’s away too.

—

Meanwhile, Kalita remained surrounded by people.

Talking.

Laughing.

Getting dragged from one side of the gala to another.

And Sophie—

stood alone near the corner with a wine glass in her hand.

Then another.

And another.

Until it became her tenth glass.

Because this was already the nineteenth time Kalita had been pulled away from her.

And beside Sophie stood one particular girl.

Too close.

Her fingers slowly brushing through Sophie’s hair.

Sophie tried to ignore it.

Telling herself it was just friendly behavior.

Nothing more.

But as the alcohol slowly blurred her thoughts—

the touching started feeling heavier.

The girl’s hand slipped around Sophie’s waist.

Holding her closer.

Too close.

Sophie frowned weakly and pushed at her shoulder.

“Leave me…”

Her voice came out soft and dizzy.

The girl only leaned closer near her ear.

“Kalita is busy right now, beautiful.”

“Why don’t you stay with me instead?”

Sophie tried pushing her away again.

But her body felt weak.

Heavy.

And then—

the girl’s face moved closer toward her neck where a ribbon was tied delicately around her skin.

Sophie immediately clenched her eyes shut.

“…Kalita…”

The girl smiled faintly.

And just before her lips could touch Sophie’s neck—

A hard punch landed directly across her face.

Everything froze.

The girl stumbled backward in shock.

Kalita stood there breathing heavily.

Eyes burning with fury.

One arm immediately pulled Sophie protectively against her chest.

Hiding her there.

“What the hell were you doing?”

Her voice was dangerously cold.

The other girl stared at her in fear.

“K-Kalita… I…”

But Kalita looked ready to lose control completely.

Until—

a weak whimper reached her ears.

Kalita froze instantly.

She looked down.

Sophie was trembling in her arms.

Her breathing uneven.

Tears filling her eyes while her fingers desperately clung to Kalita’s dress.

Kalita’s anger disappeared immediately.

Replaced by panic.

“Hey…”

She cupped Sophie’s cheeks carefully.

“My caramel.”

“Open your eyes for me.”

Sophie shook her head weakly.

“…Kali… Ku…”

Kalita’s heart shattered hearing her voice tremble like that.

“It’s me.”

“I’m here now.”

“You’re safe.”

But Sophie only cried harder.

Without wasting another second, Kalita picked her up into her arms immediately.

Ignoring the cameras.

Ignoring the videos being recorded around them.

Ignoring everything.

All she cared about was the girl trembling in her hold.

“Breathe, Sophie…”

“My caramel, just breathe.”

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By the time they finally reached the hotel room, Kalita felt like she had lived through hours instead of minutes.

She carefully laid Sophie down on the bed before immediately removing the ribbon around her neck.

Her hands gently caressed Sophie’s cheeks.

“Princess…”

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

“It’s your Ku.”

Sophie slowly opened her watery eyes.

The moment she saw Kalita sitting beside her—

she immediately threw herself into her arms.

Crying against her neck.

Kalita held her tightly without hesitation.

One hand rubbing circles against her back softly.

“It’s okay…”

“I’m here.”

“Nothing will happen now.”

But Sophie only shook her head harder.

Pulling away slightly with trembling lips.

“K-Ku… she…”

“She touched—”

Her voice broke again.

Kalita closed her eyes for a second.

Because she genuinely couldn’t bear seeing Sophie cry like this anymore.

Slowly—

she cupped Sophie’s face again.

And before Sophie could say another word—

Kalita leaned forward.

Placing a soft kiss against her lips.

Gentle.

Careful.

But filled with emotions she had hidden for years.

Sophie froze completely.

Looking at her with wide teary eyes.

Kalita smiled softly at her expression.

Then whispered,

“Wherever they touched you…”

“Tell me.”

“I’ll make you forget it.”

Sophie’s lips trembled slightly.

“But… you only see me as—”

“Never.”

Kalita cut her off immediately.

“I never did.”

“It was only you who believed that.”

Sophie blinked slowly.

“But your friends…”

Kalita sighed softly.

“My caramel.”

“Have you ever seen me give anyone else a nickname like yours?”

Sophie stayed quiet.

Because she suddenly realized—

Kalita always called everyone else by their last names.

Only Sophie was different.

Only Sophie was special.

Kalita leaned closer again.

“So tell me…”

“Can I?”

Sophie slowly nodded.

With shaking hands, she guided Kalita’s hand toward her waist.

Then toward her legs.

Then slowly toward her neck and collarbones.

Kalita’s self-control snapped completely after that.

She immediately buried her face against Sophie’s neck.

Leaving soft lingering kisses across her skin.

One after another.

While Sophie leaned back against the bed quietly—

letting Kalita hold her however she wanted.

Kalita’s hands gently traced across her waist.

Her thighs.

Her collarbones.

Like she was trying to erase every unwanted touch left behind there.

And when she finally pulled away—

Sophie’s tears had stopped.

Only faint trails remained on her cheeks.

Kalita wiped them carefully.

Then whispered softly,

“Open your eyes now, caramel.”

Sophie slowly looked at her.

And Kalita smiled.

“You’re not backing away now, right?”

Sophie stared at her for a few seconds before laughing quietly through her embarrassment.

Kalita kissed her forehead gently.

“Good.”

“Because I never planned to let you go anyway.”

—

The videos from the gala spread across the internet overnight.

Fashion fans completely lost their minds.

The two most famous fashion girlies—

were dating.

And when reporters finally asked them directly—

Kalita simply pulled Sophie closer in front of the cameras.

Then kissed her softly before saying,

“I love her.”

Sophie smiled shyly beside her.

Then answered quietly,

“Me too.”

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HAPPY ENDING

THE FASHION GIRLIES SECRET