⤷MASQUERADE || Jeon Jk FF ♡

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Y/N strode into the Dior photoshoot in Paris with an air of confidence, her every movement capturing the lens. The set was sleek and refined, embodying Dior's essence—elegant and timeless. She posed effortlessly, her features sharp and alluring under the lights, each click of the camera capturing her poise and intensity. She glanced at a few of the initial shots displayed on the monitor, a hint of satisfaction in her gaze. The photographer was thrilled; the magazine would be proud to feature these as the cover images for the week.

Once the shoot wrapped, Y/N checked her watch, already planning her next move. She had a critical meeting in Korea the following day and didn’t want to waste any time. After a brief conversation with her manager, she arranged a night flight, determined to be back on Korean soil as soon as possible. Though her stay in Paris had been brief, purely for the shoot, the city’s beauty had left its mark. Yet, her focus remained on the responsibilities awaiting her back home.

As she left the shoot, she made her way to the airport, glancing once more at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Tonight, Paris would bid her farewell, and by dawn, she’d be back, ready for the next move in Korea’s high-stakes world.

Y/N leaned back, letting out a weary sigh, feeling the ache radiate from her temples down to her shoulders. The meeting had ended, but the strain of the day weighed heavily on her, like an unseen burden clinging to her.

She shrugged off her black coat, draping it over the chair, and swept her hair into a messy bun with a sigh, feeling a slight relief as the strands lifted off her neck. Her scarlet bralette hugged her form, its bold color accentuating the contrast of her bare skin against the muted tones of her office, the elegant cut framing her shoulders and collarbone with understated allure.

With a soft stretch, she moved toward the glass wall that overlooked the bustling city, her gaze distant. She took a slow sip of the white wine in her hand, savoring the crisp chill as it trailed down her throat. Her eyes drifted to the city lights, flickering in the gathering dusk, and for a moment, she felt a strange detachment—as if watching the world from a place far removed from it

" Tomorrow's a big day,  huh! " She whispered softly.

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The grand living room of the Shin mansion radiated opulence, each detail meticulously arranged for the engagement ceremony of the night’s most dynamic couple.

The expansive space had been transformed into a vision of elegance, adorned with cascading arrangements of rare orchids and red roses that climbed along marble columns and framed the arched doorways. Soft, ambient lighting cast a golden glow, mingling with crystal chandeliers that hung like droplets of starlight, illuminating every inch with a warm, inviting brilliance.

The walls were draped in rich velvet and silk, hues of deep burgundy and ivory that heightened the intimate yet luxurious atmosphere. Lavish seating areas, featuring plush velvet sofas in jewel tones, were scattered strategically, inviting guests to relax in refined comfort.

Gold accents graced the edges of the furniture and tables, where delicate crystal vases held sprays of freshly arranged blooms. The scent of florals and subtle incense mingled with the air, lending a tranquil allure to the grand celebration.

It was a gathering of the elite—business moguls, political figures, renowned artists—all present to witness the union that had everyone talking. The Shins had spared no expense, upholding their reputation for class and luxury that left guests marveling.

Godfather’s wish to hold the ceremony here had been honored, and it showed: every inch of the space reflected the family’s prestige and careful attention to detail. As guests arrived, they couldn’t help but gaze in admiration, capturing mental snapshots of the magnificence around them, a scene that exuded both romance and sophistication.