YN stood in the grand office of her family’s chateau, her arms crossed as she faced her grandfather, the formidable head of the family. The air was thick with tension, the kind that only arose when two strong-willed individuals met in a battle of ideals.
“Grand-père, I’ve told you before,” YN said in her distinct French accent, “I have no interest in taking over Dior. I’m perfectly content managing our wine and watch businesses.”
Her grandfather sighed, leaning back in his chair, his weathered face etched with lines of experience and authority. “Ma chère, I understand your passion for the other businesses, but Dior needs someone like you—someone I can trust. There is no one else who understands our family’s legacy like you do.”
YN shook her head, frustration clear in her eyes. “But fashion… it’s not my world. It’s not what I love.”
“And yet, it is part of our family’s empire,” her grandfather replied firmly. “You have the vision, the strength, and the intelligence to lead Dior into the future. I need you to step up, YN. The brand needs you.”
For days, YN wrestled with the decision. She loved her grandfather dearly, and his faith in her meant everything. But the thought of leaving behind the wine and watches she had nurtured felt like abandoning a part of herself. Yet, as the weight of her family’s legacy pressed down on her, she gradually came to a resolution.
The day of the Dior fashion show arrived, and YN attended in a manner that was true to herself—dressed in a sharp suit and tie, her presence commanding and distinctly different from the glamorous crowd. She barely glanced at the models or ambassadors, her mind focused on the responsibility she had reluctantly accepted. But as she waited by the door, something caught her eye.
Jisoo, the global ambassador for Dior, appeared on the red carpet. She was radiant, clad in an exquisite Dior dress that accentuated her elegance. Cameras flashed furiously as she moved gracefully, the crowd’s attention fixated on her every step.
For a moment, YN was speechless, utterly captivated by the vision before her. As Jisoo approached, YN tried to collect herself, but the words stumbled out awkwardly, her French accent more pronounced than usual. “B-bonjour, Mademoiselle Jisoo.”
Jisoo smiled warmly at YN, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Bonjour,” she replied, her voice gentle yet confident, as she continued her walk down the carpet, leaving YN frozen in place.
Throughout the runway show, YN found her attention constantly drifting towards Jisoo. It was as if the rest of the event had faded into the background, leaving only the image of Jisoo etched in her mind. The cameras, ever observant, caught the way YN’s gaze lingered on Jisoo, sparking whispers among the crowd.
As the evening transitioned into the after-party, YN sought solace on a quiet balcony, a glass of wine in hand. The cool night air did little to soothe her racing thoughts. She was lost in contemplation when a familiar voice broke the silence.
“Enjoying the view?” Jisoo asked, stepping onto the balcony with a soft smile.
YN turned, her heart skipping a beat. “The view just got a lot better,” she said, trying to mask her nerves with a charming grin.
Jisoo chuckled, leaning against the railing beside YN. “You’re quite the charmer. So, tell me, why was Dior’s new leader looking so serious during the show?”
YN hesitated, then decided to be honest. “I’m not… used to all this. Fashion, the glamour—it’s not my world. I’m more comfortable with vineyards and watches.”
Jisoo tilted her head, intrigued. “Then why take over Dior?”
“Because my grandfather asked me to,” YN admitted. “He believes in me, and I couldn’t say no.”
Jisoo nodded, understanding in her eyes. “It must be hard, balancing your own passions with your family’s expectations.”
“It is,” YN agreed. She turned to Jisoo, her expression softening. “But maybe tonight, I found something—someone—who makes this world seem a little more bearable.”
Jisoo blushed slightly at YN’s words, sensing the sincerity behind them. “And who might that be?”
YN took a breath, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You. Maybe you’re not just Dior’s princess, but my queen.”
Jisoo’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. There was something undeniably charming about YN’s directness, mixed with her refined, almost regal presence.
“Are you asking me on a date, YN?” Jisoo teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
YN met her gaze, the corners of her mouth curling into a confident smile. “Yes, if you’ll let me, ma chérie.”
Jisoo’s heart fluttered at the way YN said the words, the French accent adding a layer of allure. “How could I say no to someone who calls me their queen?”
YN’s smile widened, relief and excitement washing over her. “Then let’s make this the beginning of something beautiful.”
And as they stood there on the balcony, the city lights twinkling around them, YN realized that maybe stepping into Dior’s world wasn’t such a daunting prospect after all—especially with someone like Jisoo by her side.
