Yura led her parents back through the quiet, marbled hallways of the Grand Meridian, the hush of carpet and gold light a world away from the cameras and flashbulbs that had hounded her all week. She'd insisted on a suite for them both, not just for Fashion Week convenience but to ensure the main Seo family elders couldn't pop in unannounced, couldn't meddle or guilt-trip or cast their long shadows over this rare patch of peace. As the suite door closed behind them, Yura's shoulders finally dropped, tension leaking away with every step further from the world outside.
Her father shrugged off his jacket, eyes softening as he surveyed the elegant room. "You always pick good places," he said, a little gruff but secretly delighted.
Her mother wasted no time, padding to the minibar in her stocking feet, and opening the bottle of wine Joon-ho had brought. "For the occasion," she said, pouring three glasses. "Tonight, we are not businesspeople. We are just family."
