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Upon arriving at the venue, Yeobin offers a classic gentlemanly gesture, extending his arm for you to link with yours—a traditional sign of companionship that suggests you two are attending together. Despite the initial scoff at the formality, you play along, understanding the unspoken rules of appearances at such gatherings. Together, you step into the grand hall, an expansive space that immediately impresses upon you the wealth and success of its attendees.
The venue is nothing short of magnificent, filled with individuals whose attire and demeanor speak volumes of their status and accomplishments. The air is thick with an aura of affluence, each conversation and handshake potentially sealing deals or forging powerful connections. Amidst this sea of prosperity, you feel a flutter of nerves, an understandable reaction to the opulence and the stakes of the evening.
Yet, you remind yourself to "fake it till you make it," a mantra that steadies your resolve. With confidence borrowed from this mindset, you navigate the event, your posture and smiles carefully curated to blend in, to present yourself as someone who belongs among this distinguished crowd. It's a balancing act of observing, learning, and participating, all while clinging to the hope that this night could open doors for your café that you've only dreamed of.
"Let's not leave each other's side," Yeobin suggests as you both start navigating through the crowded hall, his voice steady amidst the hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses."Wasn't planning on doing the opposite," you respond, your gaze flitting across the faces in the crowd, acknowledging the curious glances thrown your way with a polite smile. There's a sense of camaraderie in Yeobin's request, a mutual understanding that sticking together might make navigating this lavish event a bit less daunting.
"Let's go get drinks first and meet some people before I take you to our table," Yeobin proposes, and you nod, letting him guide you through the elite gathering.
"The table?" you ask, surprised by the level of organization and forethought."Of course! My brother and his close friends are here together, and they've booked a whole table, with a seat for my plus one—that'd be you," he explains, his casual mention of the arrangement hinting at the influence and resources at his disposal.
Hearing this, you're struck by the realization of Yeobin's wealth and the high social standing of his family. The ease with which he navigates this world of affluence, securing a table at such an exclusive event, speaks volumes about his background.
"Although I don't know if my sister-in-law will be here. She's been out on a trip with her friends. Hopefully, she is here. I like her," he muses, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.
This offhand remark about his sister-in-law, combined with everything else you've learned about Yeobin in the short time since meeting him, paints a picture of a man who, despite his wealth and connections, values family and close relationships. It adds depth to his character, revealing layers beyond the poised and reserved persona he presents to the world. As you follow him towards the bar, your initial impressions of Yeobin continue to evolve, adding an intriguing layer to the evening's experience.
