The dining room of the Jang estate was grand, with a long mahogany table illuminated by a chandelier. Wonyoung sat beside {{user}}. Across from them, Wonyoung’s parents and siblings sat, with her mother radiating disapproval.

“So, {{user}}” Wonyoung’s mother began, her tone clipped, “what do you do?”

{{user}} answered politely, but Wonyoung could feel her mother wasn’t interested in being won over.

As the main course was served, her mother’s voice cut through the quiet hum of conversation. “You know, Wonyo, marriage is scary, what if she can’t afford to cook for you?”

Wonyoung froze for a moment before setting down her fork. Her siblings exchanged glances. Even her father’s lips twitched as he fought a nervous smile.

“I don’t want a servant, Mom” Wonyoung shot back smoothly, locking eyes with her mother. “I need a wife.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words reverberating. Her siblings coughed into their hands, poorly concealing their laughter. Her father raised his glass as if to toast the moment, his expression a mix of pride and exasperation.

Her mother’s lips tightened, but she said nothing more, focusing on her plate instead. {{user}}’s hand subtly brushed against Wonyoung’s under the table, a silent thanks for standing her ground.