The girl I never forgot

Ep 1

I was in the kitchen, drying the last plate when I heard Milk's excited voice echo from the dining room.

"Come on, let's go tonight! It'll be fun!" she exclaimed, her voice practically dripping with excitement.

"You always say that," Namtan teased with a smirk. "But this time, we're making it happen. No excuses!"

I peeked through the doorway just in time to see Milk and Namtan, both grinning mischievously, leaning on the dining table as if their enthusiasm could convince anyone to follow their lead.

Faye, the eldest, leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her expression calm and composed as usual. "I'll pass, girls. Yoko and I have plans tonight."

"You're no fun!" Milk groaned dramatically.

"Fun isn't my priority anymore," Faye replied with a small smile. "Besides, being with Yoko is better than partying all night. You two will understand someday."

"Gross. We're not talking about romance," Namtan said, rolling her eyes. "We're talking about music, lights, and maybe a cute stranger or two."

"You'll have to count me out," Freen chimed in, still focused on her notebook. "I've got an early surgery tomorrow. Need to be at my best."

"Ugh, another one bites the dust," Milk muttered under her breath.

"And what about you, Ling?" Namtan turned her hopeful gaze to me, just as I walked in with a towel draped over my shoulder. "You can't possibly have an excuse!"

"Actually, I do," I said, motioning to the stack of dishes still waiting in the sink. "Someone has to clean up after you all."

"You're kidding, right?" Milk groaned. "Chores? Over a night out with your favorite sisters?"

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "You two go ahead. I'm happy to stay here."

Namtan threw her hands up in frustration. "No wonder this family is so boring sometimes! Fine, Milk, looks like it's just you and me. The fun ones."

Milk grinned and grabbed her purse. "Let's show them how it's done!"

As they marched out the door, their laughter echoed through the house. I exchanged glances with Faye and Freen, and we couldn't help but smile. Those two might be a handful, but they definitely kept things lively.

Even if I was in the name of rachanun's family, nevertheless, I was the least favorite child, that's why I always cleaned dishes while the others didn't. It was because my mother was a maid who was happened to be my father's mistress. My father had 3 wives. But one day they all got into a car's accident and left 5 of us. Granny Jan and granny bam were the one who had been overlooking us since they were gone.

Even if 5 of us didn't come from the same mother. But we loved each other so much. We always helped each other when one another needed, but there's one thing, that we can't settle for each other, is the contract between soriya's family and our family.

The contract between the Rachanun and Soriya families is rooted in an act of life-saving heroism. Years ago, the patriarch of the Soriya family saved our father's life during a devastating house fire. To repay this debt, our father made a promise—a formal contract—that when his daughters came of age, at least one of us would marry a daughter from the Soriya family.

And since my big sister Faye already had her lover, which was yoko. The next one who would take this responsibility was me, the 2nd daughter. I had never even seen what her face looked like.

It wasn't a matter of love or choice, but a way for our father to express his gratitude for the Soriya family's selflessness. This agreement has lingered over us like a shadow, shaping expectations and weighing down the possibilities of our futures. None of us—Faye, Freen, Namtan, Milk, or me—feel any connection to this promise.