Luna Grey – POV
The sharp trill of her phone slices through the quiet of the room. Luna reaches for it from the sleek auto-charging stand on her dresser, taps the speaker button with a perfectly manicured finger.
"Yeah bitch, you ready for the big day?" a familiar voice bursts through, full of energy and attitude.
Luna smirks as she slides an earring into place.
"Of course, my only best friend."
The woman on the line is Reina Park, her one and only. Since middle school, through heartbreaks, chaos, and ambition, Reina's been the ride-or-die. Now she works as Luna's personal secretary. Sharp, efficient, a total powerhouse in the office. But outside those glass walls? She's the only person who can call Luna a bitch and live to laugh about it.
Reina scoffs playfully on the line. "You better be. Seoul's fashion elite will be there tonight. Including him."
Luna doesn't flinch. She doesn't have to ask who Reina means.
Instead, she leans closer to the mirror, pressing red lipstick to her lips like war paint. "Then let them watch."
Her voice is calm. Cool. But underneath, a storm. Tonight isn't just about fashion or fame. It's about proving something.
And Luna Grey never shows up to lose.
Luna smirks as she listens to the voice echoing from her phone, still on speaker.
She steps out of her master suite, a spacious, high-ceilinged sanctuary filled with clean lines, soft light, and muted tones and makes her way down the marble staircase. Her heels click with quiet precision. The house is silent, but alive. Always running like clockwork, just the way she likes it.
In the expansive living room, sunlight floods through towering glass windows. Past the artfully minimal lounge space, she enters the dining room where the maids have already laid out her breakfast. Avocado toast, sliced fruit, green juice, simple, precise, and exactly on time.
One of the maids gives her a small nod. "Good morning, Miss Grey."
Luna returns it with a glance. "Morning."
She sits, phone still on speaker.
"I've prepped the dress," Reina's voice continues, "Custom. Red. Sleek. Dangerous. It's going to turn every damn head in that room."
Luna takes a bite of her toast, calm and calculated. "I don't need heads to turn. I just want the right one to notice."
Reina lets out a low whistle. "So we're playing that game now?"
Luna doesn't answer.
Tonight is bigger than an award. Bigger than media attention. Tonight, the public will finally see the face behind Luna Grey — the woman who's built an empire in silence.
And for the first time, she'll stand in the same room as Kai Rylan.
She isn't here to outshine him. She's here to match his fire.
And maybe — just maybe — burn even brighter.
Luna arrives at her company headquarters
The black Mercedes slows to a stop in front of the Luna Grey Headquarters. A glass-clad masterpiece standing tall in the heart of Seoul's fashion district. Sleek, modern, and unapologetically bold, just like its owner.
The car door opens.
A line of sharply dressed guards, positioned with military precision, instantly straighten as Luna steps out. Her heels hit the pavement with a rhythm that turns heads. Calculated, confident, commanding.
Phone in one hand, bag slung effortlessly over her shoulder, Luna doesn't pause. Her presence says it all.
Inside the lobby, everything stills for a second. The receptionist gives a slight nod. Elevator attendants prepare as if rehearsed. And the moment the elevator doors part on the executive floor.
"Good morning, Director Grey," a wave of voices greet in unison as employees bow respectfully.
Luna's expression remains unreadable, her stride unbroken.
Near her office, a woman stands poised — crisp white shirt tucked into a navy pencil skirt, tablet in hand, glasses perched perfectly on her nose.
"Miss Grey," she says professionally, stepping beside her as they walk.
It's Reina — the same girl who called her bitch two hours ago. But now? All business.
"I've gone through the award schedule," Reina says, tapping the screen. "Your seating is finalized, press arrangements confirmed. And " she glances sideways, voice dipping slightly, "your rival will be seated just three rows behind."
Luna lifts a brow. "Let him watch."
Reina gives the slightest smirk but says nothing more.
They reach a massive double door, jet black with steel inlays. As it opens, a gust of cool air hits. Luna's office is a masterpiece in itself. Glass walls, sculpted furniture, an entire wall screen for concept visuals, and a view that stretches across Seoul.
She steps inside.
"Coffee in five," Reina says, turning away.
Luna stands still for a moment, watching the city skyline.
This isn't just an office. It's a throne room.
And tonight… she claims more than the crown.
She claims her place at the top — where only equals survive.