The wedding hall slowly emptied, the once-bright space dimming as guests made their way out with murmured congratulations and polite smiles. The whirlwind of the ceremony still clung to the air like warm perfume — laughter, piano notes, camera shutters, and the echo of the pastor's voice saying You may kiss the bride.
Hye-rin still felt the ghost of that kiss on her lips.
She stood near the entrance with Joon-hyuk beside her, greeting the last of the guests. Her cheeks were flushed from smiling, her heart still beating unevenly. She told herself it was just the nerves… the pressure… the crowd.
But every time she accidentally met Joon-hyuk's eyes, her pulse jumped.
When Chairman Lee approached them, she straightened instinctively.
The old man's face broke into the kindest smile she had ever seen. His eyes crinkled, warm and approving, as if nothing in the world delighted him more than seeing them together like this.
