The Mafia King's Arranged Idol Wife

"Eyes of the Night: A Silent Encounter"

Back in your villa, the preparations for the evening were well underway.

Your private stylist, who had been with you for years, arrived with a selection of stunning outfits.

"Good evening, Y/N," she greeted warmly. "We have a very special dress for tonight. Let's make you shine."

You watched as she unveiled an exquisite red dress. It was elegant and classy, with a train that gracefully flowed down, complementing your 175cm, slightly tanned hourglass figure without showing too much skin. The deep red fabric shimmered subtly in the light, exuding sophistication.

"This is perfect," you said, touching the delicate material.

"Let's get you ready," she smiled.

The stylist worked meticulously, ensuring every detail was flawless. Your long, jet-black hair was styled naturally with soft curls at the ends. For your makeup, she opted for a light but captivating look—a bit of shimmer on the eyes, a hint of blush, and a classic red lip that matched your dress perfectly. The final touch was the jewelry: elegant, expensive pieces that added a touch of sparkle without overpowering the look.

"You look stunning," the stylist said, stepping back to admire her work.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. "I couldn't have done it without you."

With a final look in the mirror, you grabbed your clutch and made your way downstairs. Your driver was already waiting by the door, ready to take you to the event.

"Good evening, Miss Y/N," he greeted as he opened the door for you.

"Good evening," you replied, stepping into the sleek black car.

The drive to the venue was filled with anticipation. You went over the details of your performance in your mind, determined to make it perfect.

As you arrived, the grandeur of the venue took your breath away. It was a luxurious hotel, with a red carpet leading up to the entrance. Flashing lights from the selected media outlets illuminated the scene, and elegantly dressed guests were mingling and making their way inside.

As you stepped out of the car onto the red carpet, you were immediately surrounded by flashing cameras and the buzz of media attention. Reporters called your name, and photographers vied for the best shot. Your elegant red dress with its flowing train, combined with your captivating makeup and sophisticated jewelry, made you the center of attention.

As you moved gracefully along the red carpet, posing for photos and answering a few quick questions, you felt the eyes of everyone on you. The admiration was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of confidence.

Unbeknownst to you, the Jeon family had just arrived. Jungkook and his family exited their convoy of black SUVs, preparing to make their entrance. They stood patiently, waiting for their turn on the red carpet. However, they were taken aback when they saw the media frenzy surrounding you.

"Who is that?" Jungkook's sister whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"I don't know, but she's definitely someone important," his mother replied, equally intrigued.

Jungkook watched you intently, unable to look away. There was something about you—an aura of grace and beauty that seemed almost ethereal. He found himself wondering if you were even from Korea, as your presence was unlike anything he had seen before.

As you made your way inside the hall, the media's attention finally shifted back to the Jeon family. The moment you disappeared from view, they regained their composure and began their own walk down the red carpet. The cameras and reporters quickly refocused on them, but the memory of your stunning appearance lingered in their minds.