Fools & Secrets ✔️

Capítulo Especial

Note:
This will be LONG, grab your freaking popcorn, peeps.

The revolving doors of the hotel lobby spun open, and Eunseo bolted forward, her eyes wide with excitement. Mingyu followed behind, carrying their luggage, while Lisa trailed a few steps back, casting an amused glance at the little girl's enthusiasm.

"Papa, look!" Eunseo's voice bounced off the polished marble floors, echoing through the high-ceilinged lobby as she pointed toward a massive crystal chandelier. "It's like a big sparkly cloud!"

Mingyu chuckled, glancing down at her. "I don't think you're supposed to be jumping under it, princess. What if it decides to fall?"

Eunseo gasped dramatically and clung to his leg, making him laugh. "Okay, no jumping," she promised, grinning up at him, her hand still clutching his.

Lisa gave a small wave. "I'll catch up with you two—I just need a quick stop." She gestured toward the restroom.

Mingyu nodded, smiling knowingly. "Take your time. We'll get everything sorted out for the room."

As Lisa disappeared down the hallway, Mingyu guided Eunseo over to the reception desk.

When Lisa closed the door to the lobby restroom of the Grand Hyatt Jeju, she let out a contented sigh, finally able to relax after a long flight. She took her time washing her hands at the marble sink, admiring the luxurious surroundings, when the door of the second stall swung open. Out stepped a woman with shoulder-length, voluminous hair and curtain bangs. Lisa take a double look, the moment she took the sight of the woman in the mirror, then just as the other brunette lift her eyes the two locked eyes in the mirror, and both froze, startled at the uncanny resemblance.

Then, a voice erupted from the middle stall. "What do you mean they want me there?! I already said I'm not going to Paris—I'm with my family for two weeks! Tell them Milan is as close as they'll get." The woman's frustration spilled out with a few choice muttered curses.

Both Lisa and her double exchanged wide-eyed glances. Just as they did, the stall door opened, and a tall woman with sleek, raven-colored hair and razor-sharp bangs strode out, phone still pressed to her ear. She ignored the two women as she walked up to the sink, muttering, "Honestly, of all the timing..." and then ended her call without a goodbye. Feeling their stares, she finally looked to her left, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, it's you," she said dryly to the brunette with bangs, whom she apparently recognized.

"Didn't expect to see you here, the Lalisa Jeon. Family vacation?" the other brunette replied, her voice clipped yet civil, an eyebrow arched.

Lalisa Jeon? Lisa repeated the name in her mind, watching as the two women spoke.

The raven-haired woman smirked. "And I suppose you're here with your family as well? How's that husband of yours? I have to admit, meeting him would be a thrill—I've seen one of his exhibitions. My bunny despised the idea, but I'm a fan." She grinned mischievously, eyes glittering with mock enthusiasm.

The brunette forced a tight smile. "Hmm, well, he has a lot of fans."

"Oh, I can imagine. How do you handle it? Having a husband who won the title of 'Most Handsome Face'—and with half the world's women green with envy?"

The brunette gave a graceful shrug. "It doesn't bother me in the slightest. His eyes are only for me."

Lalisa Jeon's eyes sparkled with amused disbelief. "So, he's never given you a reason to get jealous?"

"Not even once. He knows better," the brunette replied with a calm smile, as if daring her to challenge it.

The raven-haired woman raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Interesting. Very interesting."