Ah… why am I in this wedding dress, sitting on this velvet couch?
The lace is itchy, the skirt is too heavy, and the veil is poking my head like a mosquito.
The last thing I remember was… me, in my living room, curled up on the couch, rewatching my favorite K-drama for the fifth time.
So… how did I teleport into this nightmare?
"This must be a dream," I muttered, pinching my arm.
Ouch. That hurt.
I shut my eyes tight and counted to three.
One… two… three—
I opened them again.
Nope. Still in a wedding dress. Still on this couch. Still in a room that looked like a bridal waiting lounge straight out of a drama set.
My brain was not braining. "Wait… what is happening? This can't be real!"
I shot to my feet, nearly tripping over the ridiculously long skirt, and stumbled toward the door.
Just then, the wooden door creaked open.
A woman in a traditional dress stepped in. Her face was calm, her voice polite.
"Miss, it's time."
I blinked. "Time? Time for what?"
She smiled like this was the most normal thing in the world.
"Your wedding ceremony, of course. The groom is waiting."
My heart dropped. "…Excuse me? Groom? What groom?! I don't even have a boyfriend!"
Before I could process a single thing, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room like I was a lost child being taken to kindergarten.
And then—I reached the wedding hall.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
The place was huge. Golden chandeliers spilled light from the ceiling, so bright the floor almost glittered. The scent of roses mixed with heavy incense hung in the air, as if someone had emptied an entire perfume bottle.
Guests sat neatly in rows on either side of a long red carpet, their heads turning as one when I appeared. Whispers buzzed through the hall, crawling over my skin.
At the end of the carpet, I saw the altar—covered in white cloth, candles flickering, flower petals scattered like snow. Musicians played drums and flutes in the corner, the sound echoing and making everything feel too real.
It looked perfect. Too perfect. Like a drama set.
Except… this wasn't my drama.
This wasn't supposed to be my wedding.
And then—I saw them.
My dad. My grandma. Sitting among the guests like this was normal.
"Dad?!" I screamed, and without thinking, I tried to run toward him.
Bad idea. The cursed dress betrayed me, and I tripped in front of everyone.
The hall went silent. My face burned.
"Oh no… this is so embarrassing. How do I even get up now? This is the worst moment of my life. What the hell is happening to me?!"
I wanted to disappear. Or maybe dig a hole in the shiny floor and jump inside.
And then—
A voice. Soft, low, steady.
"Give me your hand."
I froze. That voice… it was manly, calm, and way too close.
My heart skipped a beat.