After years of creating art, you finally decided to rent a space in the city to showcase your work.

You graduated from the Royal College of Art, one of the most prestigious art schools. After years of struggle, you set out to travel the world, searching for inspiration in every place you visited. You poured all those experiences onto your canvases, spending each day in your workshop, painting tirelessly.

Your name started gaining recognition, partly due to the connections your parents had. They supported you every step of the way, helping you carve a path toward your dreams. The opening night of your exhibition was a success—guests from all walks of life filled the gallery. You moved through the crowd, greeting visitors, answering questions, and explaining the meaning behind your paintings.

Then, your assistant approached you. "She's here," they whispered.

Yoo Ji-min. A wealthy businesswoman, known not just for her success but for the luxury of time she seemed to have.

She stood at the far end of the gallery, wrapped in a long black overcoat, a dark scarf draped elegantly around her neck. Her hair was tied back neatly, with soft bangs framing her face. A pair of glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, adding to her composed, intelligent air.

She was completely absorbed in a painting at the end of the hallway. You approached her carefully, offering a slight nod in greeting. She barely acknowledged you, her attention fixed on the artwork before her.

“There’s something different about this painting... I like it,” she murmured, her voice even. Then, she adjusted her glasses ever so slightly, as if seeing the piece in a new light.