I'M (NOT) MARRIED || YUCHAE

NINETEEN

chp. 19

Strolling around the venue, the model caught sight of a table filled with delicious food. She did not hesitate walking towards it, taking big and heavy strides.

It hasn't been long since she finished the photoshoot period, and now all the models were able to rest. There were a lot of big shots around her, since it was an international event for Louis Vutton. She was lucky that she inherited her looks from her mother, scoring an invite due to her eye candy looks.

Kazuha was somewhere within the crowd, probably trying to find her amongst the tall models.

Yuna couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she mingled among the high-profile guests at the event. Her presence garnered attention, with many admiring her beauty and grace. She had worked hard to establish herself as a successful model, and moments like these reaffirmed her achievements.

As Yuna approached the table filled with delectable delicacies, she couldn't resist the temptation. Her eyes scanned the array of dishes, each one more appetizing than the last. Her stomach growled in anticipation, reminding her that she hadn't eaten much earlier in the day.

With a plate in hand, Yuna carefully selected a variety of bites, savoring the flavors as she indulged in the culinary delights. The combination of tastes and textures danced on her tongue, bringing her a moment of pure pleasure amidst the glamorous chaos of the event.

When she turned around to survey the noisy crowd, her gaze fell on a specific woman with a notebook in hand, glasses resting on her nose bridge, and her hand scribbling away as she talked to one of the models she met, Jang Wonyoung.

Despite the stunning model beside the writer, Yuna was momentarily captivated by the woman's features. There was something about her that stood out from the rest, but she couldn't figure out why.

That woman was only a casual worker, what was so special that caught her eye?

"Whew! I finally found you!"

Tearing her gaze away, Yuna turned to the side, chuckling at her manager's sweaty forehead. "Tough adventure?"

Kazuha shook her head and pursed her lips, "You've got no idea."

"So, where's my interviewer?" Yuna asked, putting a small roll of sushi in her mouth before she began to chew, looking around.

"Your interviewer is actually quite busy," Kazuha sighed. "She had many requests from different models."

Yuna lifted a curious brow. "Is she that good of a worker?"

"Yep, and on top of that, she's pretty."

The brunette hummed, nodding in understanding. In the industry (or mostly around the world), if you had eye-catching looks, you basically had a higher advantage than others whose appearance was just a little lower.

"Oh, she's right there," Kazuha clicked her tongue and pointed in the direction of where Yuna was staring just a few minutes ago, surprising her.

"Her?" The model asked, referring to the woman who she was just admiring. Kazuha nodded, then she grinned. "I see why then."

"Right," her secretary exhaled, pulling out her tablet. "Anyway, you'll still be interviewed and all..."

While Kazuha trailed off, Yuna's eyes focused on the famous writer, seeing how concentrated the woman was.

Was it appropriate to say that she looked... quite attractive?

'Quite is an understatement.'

Yuna couldn't help but feel intrigued by the woman's presence and her dedication to her work. There was an air of confidence about her, mixed with a hint of mystery. It was as if she held a world of stories within her, waiting to be unraveled.