Noah, the frontman and vocalist of the metalcore band Bad Omens, was in Paris for a show when he crossed paths with Karina, a member of a global idol group Aespa, seeking solace in the same town where her identity could remain a secret during her hi...
Karina smiled as she read all the heartwarming messages from her members and staff sent to her. Her plane had just landed, and she was waiting for her assistant to collect their suitcases. She didn't feeling well after immediately catching a long flight right after the closing party celebration of their final world tour, with only one more schedule to go before she could embark on a very long vacation, as promised by her company.
Her assistant finally wrapped up all the airport formalities, and they made their way out of the arrival gate. Immediately, they were greeted by their pick-up person who led them to their car, destined for their next stop, the hotel.
Arriving in Paris for fashion week and a slew of high-end brand events, Karina had stuck to a rigorous diet regimen to ensure she looked her best for her final media appearance before her upcoming long hiatus. The constant deprivation amid tight schedules left her feeling exhausted, unable to fully appreciate the city's sights. She opted to recline and close her eyes instead.
When they arrived at their hotel, Yeon-hee, her assistant, handed her the key to her room. "This is your key, and don't worry, my room is right in front of yours," she assured.
Karina wasn't afraid of being alone. Her skyrocketing popularity had subjected her to numerous instances of terror from both her fans and, even worse, anti-fans. Being an idol was incredibly complicated, she had to deal this constant threat since the beginning of her career. Yet, she also had to maintain her composure to keep the situation under control. In other words, she was her own martyr.
The sun in Paris was its usual breathtaking self, casting a golden glow as summer transitioned into autumn, painting the sky with hues reminiscent of an ocean of maple syrup. It was the perfect backdrop for Karina's vacation. Standing on her balcony, she watched the radiant sunrays, which illuminated her skin like liquid gold. The hotel exuded a classic charm with modern interior touches.
Yeon-hee, placing Karina's luggage in the room, announced, "Your dinner will be brought shortly, and remember, only water after that."
Karina protested, "But it's only 3 pm. Let's go to the bakery across the street, your favorite."
Yeon-hee chuckled, "You haven't seen the dress for tomorrow. Trust me, you'll forget about the bakery."
With a quick swipe on her phone, Yeon-hee showed Karina a picture. Gasping, Karina exclaimed, "This is too revealing! I can't wear this." She scrutinized the image of a pink leather, skin-tight dress with an exposed midriff and a high thigh slit. "There must be some mistake, Yeon-hee."
"I want to believe it's a mistake. You should try asking the Prada PR team yourself, I don't have the energy for it anymore." Yeon-hee shuffled weakly out of her room, dragging her feet. "Just hold on a little longer, Karina," she said, pulling the door open before leaving.
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