Jin Heon couldn't quite say why. Maybe it was because the strange woman before her seemed so kind, or maybe it was because she subconsciously felt this woman wasn't a bad person.
By the time she came to her senses, she found she had already followed the woman through the gate of the French villa she had longed for.
This villa was truly beautiful. It was the kind of beauty she remembered from her imagination—no, it was even more beautiful than that.
The waxed, warm-toned hardwood floors were as spotless as a mirror. The classical, court-style sofa and exquisite floral arrangements blended together perfectly. Flowers, nobility, and warmth—these were Jin Heon's first impressions of the villa's interior.
"Make yourself comfortable, sit anywhere," the woman's crisp footsteps echoed in the grand hall as she led Jin Heon to a seat in the living room. "I'll go get you a cup of tea. Do you have any preferences?"
"I..."
