The ride to the main Kim mansion felt endless, even though it took only twenty minutes from the city. The gates opened with practiced ease, and manicured gardens rolled past the car windows until the driveway curved in front of a grand three-story residence. Marble columns and honey-colored lights greeted us like silent judges.
The car finally stopped.
Joon-seo stepped out first, buttoning his black suit jacket. He circled to my side, opened the door, and offered his hand. I slipped my fingers into his, grateful for the steady warmth.
"Don't be nervous," he whispered. The gentle curl of his smile made my heart slow—just for a breath. He drew my hand to rest on his arm, then guided me up the wide stone steps.
Inside, soft classical music floated through the foyer. Three maids in pale uniforms dipped their heads as we passed, more staff than I had ever seen under one roof. My ankles wobbled in my heels, but Joon-seo's arm was a silent promise: I'm here.
