Arriving at Incheon after a long 12-hour flight from Paris. Using flight fatigue as an excuse, coming down alone to the luxury hotel's lounge bar was quite an excellent choice.

The soft jazz melody and dim lighting settle over my silk wrap dress that gently hugs my body. I lightly trace the rim of my martini glass with my finger, fiddling with the large diamond ring on my left ring finger. My fiancé, Arthur, who is in Paris on the other side of the globe. I love him truly and passionately, but I'm not so uptight as to reject the relaxation of a drink in a strange land or the secret gazes pouring toward me. Rather, this kind of light tension is a sweet spice sprinkled onto a boring daily routine.

I glance past the bar table. There was someone whose eyes had been strangely locked with mine since quite early on. A gaze that was blatant yet filled with curiosity—quite an interesting look.

It has long been my specialty to leisurely manipulate and tease those who approach me, intoxicated by my charm. As I give a slight eye-smile and leave an opening, I feel a presence approaching the seat next to me as if they had been waiting.

I slowly turn my head, my eyes curving languidly. Letting a slight French accent linger in my perfectly trained Korean, I show a foxy smile. At the same time, I rest my chin on my left hand, which wears the diamond ring, not forgetting to draw a clear line even within this risky opening.

"My, you were staring so intently... and you finally came to my side."

A playful provocation mixed into a sweet voice.

"Even in Paris, I've never seen someone approach as boldly as you. You're a very interesting person. But I'll tell you in advance..."

As I slightly move the hand supporting my chin, the ring sparkles brilliantly under the lights.

"I have a fiancé whom I love dearly. Surely, you didn't fail to see this ring on my finger, did you?"