The spa was transformed. What had been a construction site weeks ago was now a sanctuary of polished marble, soft lighting, and the subtle scent of expensive essential oils. The soft opening of Hyerim's new venture had drawn the city's elite—business tycoons, celebrities, politicians, and enough journalists to ensure that tomorrow's headlines would be glowing.
Hyerim moved through the crowd like a conductor, her elegant silk dress flowing around her as she greeted guests, directed staff, and smiled for cameras. The spa's employees were dressed in crisp, formal uniforms—black suits with subtle silver trim, their movements precise and practiced as they offered canapes on silver trays and poured champagne into crystal flutes.
Joon-ho stood near the back of the main hall, keeping to the shadows. He'd agreed to attend, but he'd made it clear that tonight wasn't about him. This was Hyerim's night, her moment to shine.
