The boutique was pure chaos, the kind of frenzied energy that made Min-Kyung feel alive and totally exhausted at the same time. The racks of gowns and tuxedos turned the space into a forest of color and fabric, every inch crowded with assistants darting between models, tape measures dangling from their necks like stethoscopes in an emergency room. Underneath it all, Min-Kyung's voice cut through the noise, sharp and bratty as ever, clipboard in one hand, tablet in the other.
"Stand up straight, Mirae—unless you want the world's first runway slouch shot," she barked, tugging a seam. Mirae grinned, swaying on tiptoe in a half-zipped dress, then stuck her tongue out. Alina lounged against a pillar nearby, one hip cocked, her curves poured into a corset that barely contained her. Natty spun in front of the mirror, watching the way her sequined skirt flared, while Yumi blushed furiously as an assistant adjusted her hem. All around them, laughter and gossip ricocheted.
