In This Life, I Want an Oscar, Not a Husband - Chapter 92

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This life, I choose The Oscars over a husband.
Chapter 92

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Ever since returning from Milan, I’d been craving Korean food.
Having eaten nothing but local cuisine during my stay—convinced I might never return—
‘I desperately wanted kimchi.’
Kang Ye-reum, who had accompanied me to Milan, felt the same way.
“Okay. I ordered tteokbokki, and let’s get steamed short ribs too.”
Kang Ye-reum scrolled through the delivery app while saying this, then shot me a look.
“Don’t you dare tell me you’re not eating the steamed short ribs because you’re watching your figure. I won’t let you.”
“As if. I was about to ask for fried rice on the side.”
There was a reason I needed to eat well today.
“Oh~ what’s the occasion?”
“Tomorrow we’re shooting action scenes. I have to go practice with the stunt team….”
The moment I returned home, I’d been working out three hours a day with Hong Jong-ho for this, and it was absolutely killing me.
“Ah, right. Hey, let’s order two portions of fried rice.”
“Good thinking~”
I gave a thumbs up and collapsed onto the sofa.
I could feel my physical limits approaching.
I really wondered where my Wiki editing rights hadn’t expired.
I was thinking exactly that when it happened.
The entrance door bell rang.
“Already here?”
Before I could even get up from the sofa, Kang Ye-reum dashed over.
“It’s here!”
The steamed short ribs had arrived that quickly?
But.
What Kang Ye-reum brought back wasn’t steamed short ribs.
A rectangular, thin piece rolled up in paper….
“What is this?”
…it was a photograph of me.
“What do you mean what? It’s a photo of you from the Bellassimo Fashion Show.”
Seeing such an enormous-sized photograph of myself felt strange.
“Where did this come from?”
“Where did it come from? I ordered it. From a printing service.”
Kang Ye-reum smiled and gazed at my photograph.
“Wow— no matter how many times I look at it, this is a masterpiece, truly a masterpiece.”
So she’d ordered it to showcase the outfit, not to feature me.
I let out a hollow laugh.
Well, she’d coordinated the outfit herself, so of course she’d be proud of it… but still.
“Let’s not hang that in the living room, please. For decency’s sake.”
“I don’t want to~”
“….”
Of course, I understood why Kang Ye-reum was doing this.
It was because fans had been posting praise for the styling I wore at Bella Simo.

Tight perm
@lovesilver
Who styled Ha Eun-rae? I want to bow to them.

└ Dok-sa: Me too.
└ Ha-yang: Me too2222 I think that’s the stylist friend who said they’d shop together.
Dok-sa: I think I need to send Eun-rae some red ginseng so she can eat it together with me lol
└ Eun Goo-reum: I cropped the photo. Please use it as a profile picture.
└ Bbak-yu: Wow.. Thank you so much. Eun Goo-reum’s correction that I can always trust!!

“Still, the celebrities who attended the show completely avoided this controversy, didn’t they?”
Kang Ye-reum spoke as she held my photograph up to the living room wall.
“Because of that statement—’The purpose of the fashion show was deeply impressive’—the entire show is being reevaluated. It wasn’t about consuming self-harm as fashion, but rather conveying a message about the pain that self-harm leaves on people. Something like that?”
“Well… I suppose so?”
“How on earth did you come up with such a thought?”
Kang Ye-reum looked at me with fresh curiosity.
Hmm… that was….
‘Because I read an interview the Bella Simo designer gave long after the controversy erupted?’
Since I couldn’t recall the details precisely, I used my last remaining Wiki search.
Just in case.
And there, I found the interview I’d vaguely remembered.

【Interview and Quotes】
Q. Alessandro. You remember Bella Simo’s S/S collection, don’t you? The one that became incredibly controversial.
A. Of course. I didn’t expect it to become such a controversy. But I have no regrets about the S/S collection. Those who understand will know my message.
Q. What message is that?
A. I grew up experiencing terrible abuse as a child. Naturally, I lived on antidepressants. During those times, I often imagined hurting myself. I even acted on it several times. What helped me escape that sorrow was clothing. By expressing myself through fashion, I could reveal the self that had always been suppressed. The S/S collection was an extension of that.

Alessandro’s designs were certainly unconventional, but the fashion show’s intentions weren’t malicious.
There might be an issue with how directly he expressed it, but as years passed and Alessandro’s fashion gained more recognition, the perception of him shifted from ‘the fashion world’s troublemaker’ to ‘a true artist’.
And that’s when this collection was re-examined.
After all, original evaluations tend to flip as easily as a palm reversal depending on public opinion.
“I just felt it in the clothes. What he wanted to express. Like what you feel watching an acting performance. The sadness and despair contained within it.”
This was genuine.
I’d experienced something similar myself.
“Thanks to you, the designer also explained well that this was an intentional message.”
“That’s a relief. Still, I’m an ambassador there.”
“And apparently, that cutout one-piece you wore that day is already hanging as the main display in Bellassimo stores worldwide.”
“Is that really because of me, though…?”
“Why wouldn’t it be because of you? The designer even mentioned your name. That’s huge. It means Alessandro is conscious of you. Especially your styling!”
So in the end, it all comes down to ‘my own merit’.
That’s not wrong.
“Ye-reum, want to go shopping at Bellassimo next week?”
“Shopping? What for?”
“I get a discount.”
“Right. Then I’ll pick out your clothes….”
“No. Not my clothes—let’s buy clothes for you. Bags or shoes would be nice too.”
I grinned and said it.
“Huh?”
“I’ll buy them for you. Your styling this time is truly incredible, just like you said.”
“Ha Eun-rae!”
Kang Ye-reum set down my photo and pulled me into a tight embrace.
“I really… I’m going to be with you for life. I’m only going to do your styling.”
“Really?”
“Of course!”
I laughed, ruffling Kang Ye-reum’s hair as she clung to me like a cicada on an old tree.
This is what I earn money for.
It’s exhilarating.
Then my phone rang.

Jonghho hyung: Want to hit the gym to warm up before the stunt?

Ugh. Is this guy obsessed with the gym?
Still, a light warm-up wouldn’t hurt. Stunts are pretty intense anyway.

“If it’s light, then G”

I answered that way and checked the pile of StarGram notifications.
These days, I received so many DM and comment alerts that I didn’t bother checking each one individually.
Still, I kept notifications on because I found comfort in the comments from people who supported me.
It also motivated me to work harder going forward.
Though, it wasn’t as if there were no malicious comments.
‘I went through all that trouble to avoid being associated with Rowen, yet there are still fans who hate it.’
Ha.
I shook my head and quickly scrolled through the notifications.
And among the rapidly descending alerts—
‘Wait, hold on.’
I scrolled back up to check.
There was a familiar name there.

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