This is basically a short (or long, I don't know) story of how I thought this song would be like if it actually happened before learning it was based of an Italian story. But I might add some little pieces from the song and the story into this one-shot.

OUTFIT JUNGHA WEARS

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There once was a girl who lived in a castle all by herself.
She had no friends, no maids, no butlers, nothing.
She was ugly.
At least that's what she's been told.
But she believed it.
Like I said before, she had no one, except her garden, her mask and herself.
One day, as she looks out the window to her garden she sees...a man stealing her flowers.
She thought it was a one time thing, so she didn't care and left the man alone.

The next day comes and she's staring out the window to look at her garden of roses, daisies, lilies, you name the flower, she has it.
She looks out and sees the same man stealing her flowers.
She's furious.
'Why is a man stealing from me?'

The next day she looks out at the garden through the window.
She's rather excited than angry.
She wants to meet the handsome man.
Well not meet but admire from a distance.
In the back of her head she thinks she's supposed to be mad.
Because there is a man stealing from her precious garden.
But she doesn't care.
She sees the man again and smiles, waving her hand a little hoping the man would notice her but at the same time, not to.

The next day and the girl was in her garden this time, (wearing her mask of course) coincidentally at the same time the boy came. They stare at each other.
'Hello, what is it they call you by?Do you have a place to stay?' The girl asks.
'They call me Taehyung. And yes, I do have a place to stay. What is it they call you by?'
'There is no name for you to call me by.'

Three weeks have passed and this is starting to become a routine for the girl.
Wake up, eat, bath, dress up and wait excitedly for the man.
The past few days she has been wondering why the boy steals her flowers.
So she makes a mental note to follow the boy the next day.

The next day comes and the girl is ready.
She has her outfit, her mask and her cloak.
She first waits for the boy to steal her flowers and once the boy sets off, she follows.

She figures out that the boy sells the flowers for a living.
It leaves her questioning.
'Why does he do so? He seems financially stable.'
The girl asks around and gets her answer.
'The poor boy's father ran ill. He has the money to fend for himself, but with his father's sickness, he needs to earn more money.'
She feels pity for the boy.
She wants to help him out.
But she can't.
Not with such an ugly, ugly face.
So, she admires him from afar.
Until nightfall.

Today is the day.
The day the girl was going to create a flower that has never existed.
She first waits for the boy to finish taking her flowers then sets to work.
It took minutes, hours, days.
Took so long she didn't notice the boy stopped coming.

Finally, she was done.
The flower she named 'Smeraldo.'
Then she waits for the boy

And waits

And waits

And waits

Two weeks no sign of the boy.

The girl is getting worried.
She puts on her cloak and mask then ventures out to the village.
'What happened to the boy who sold flowers here?' She asked.
'Haven't you heard? The boy's gotten himself a girlfriend who's very wealthy.'
The girl turns her head, immediately spotting the boy and another girl clinging onto the boy.
'Oh.' She says.
'Oh.' She's broken.
Tears immediately fell down her face as she walked back to the castle.
She took of her mask and threw it against the wall, breaking it into pieces.
She breaks down and cries.

'I wish I came sooner. I wish I wasn't afraid to show you how hideous I am. You might be with someone
But I still want you..'