The fourth morning before Seoul Fashion Week found Lumina's borrowed meeting room thick with anticipation and half-finished cups of coffee. Garment bags hung everywhere, racks lining one wall and Min-Kyung's design sketches scattered between laptops, fabric swatches, and half-eaten pastries. Sunlight bounced off glass towers outside, but inside was a creative, intimate chaos.
Min-Kyung was the first to break through the mess, carrying an armful of dresses across the street from her boutique, her tape measure around her neck like a stethoscope. She called out to Mirae as she entered, her voice warm but brisk. "Come on, superstar, let's see if freedom made you any taller."
Mirae set down her coffee and joined Min-Kyung by the window, trying to mask her nerves behind a faint smile. "You know my size hasn't changed since high school. You just want an excuse to get your hands on me."
