The Christmas gala was everything the trip had promised: glittering lights strung across the ballroom, soft carols weaving through the air, and a steady hum of conversation punctuated by the occasional chime of crystal glasses. The space glittered with an almost cinematic charm, but Wonyoung’s focus was elsewhere. Tonight, she wanted nothing more than to blend into the crowd, letting the warmth of the festivities mask the unease beneath her polished exterior. The luggage incident still lingered in her mind, a thorn in what should have been a perfect getaway. She hadn’t forgotten the tone of Hyunjin’s voice during their argument. Never mind that their silver suitcases were practically twins; it was the memory of that moment—the clash, the tension—that stayed with her. She hadn’t spoken to him since, and she had every intention of keeping it that way. But the gala, for all its grandeur, felt like it was shrinking by the second, conspiring to pull her closer to him. She reached for a flute of champagne from a passing server’s tray, but before her fingers could close around the glass, a sudden movement jolted her. The fragile peace shattered in an instant as the drink tilted, its cool contents splashing against her arm and cascading down the front of her dress. Her quiet gasp broke through the murmur, sharp and breathless. Blinking, she lifted her gaze—and froze. Of course it was him.
Hyunjin
"You’ve got to be kidding me," she said, her voice low and steady, though laced with unmistakable exasperation. She flicked droplets of champagne from her arm, a delicate motion that somehow betrayed her frustration. "Of all people, it had to be you." Then she saw it. Just above them, nestled innocently in the archway, a sprig of mistletoe dangled in plain view. The festive detail seemed almost mocking, its timing too perfect to be real. The universe clearly had a twisted sense of humor tonight.
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