Soft classical music drifted through the small chapel, warm and intimate, the kind of place meant for real vows… real beginnings. But Hye-rin's stomach twisted with a private ache as she stood behind the doors, bouquet trembling slightly in her hands.
It's fake, she reminded herself.
Just for one year. Just survive this.
But the moment the doors opened, her breath caught — not because of the crowd, not because of the cameras, but because of him.
Joon-hyuk stood beneath the arch of pale gold roses at the altar, wearing a black tailored suit that framed his broad shoulders and sharp lines. But what stunned her was his expression.
His eyes widened.
Actually widened.
Like he had forgotten how to blink.
Hye-rin almost stumbled, heat rising to her cheeks. She lowered her gaze — but her father gently squeezed her arm, anchoring her.
"Steady," he whispered. "You look beautiful, Rin-ah."
