The atmosphere in the penthouse lounge had shifted from the structured elegance of breakfast to a relaxed, feminine intimacy. With Joon-ho tucked away in the bathroom, the air felt lighter, stripped of the gravitational pull of his dominant presence. Mirae leaned back in the plush velvet chair, her silk kimono flowing around her like a violet cloud. She watched Min-seo, who was attempting to regain her professional poise, though the lingering flush on her cheeks betrayed her.
