You found yourself at an exclusive, ultra-luxurious party reserved for the elite of the young celebrity world—models, singers, actors, and the wealthiest of the wealthy. Attending such an event felt like a dream, a once-in-a-lifetime stroke of luck. Your invitation came through your best friend, the daughter of a famous makeup mogul, who had generously brought you along despite your decidedly non-celebrity status.

The venue was stunning, dripping with opulence. Crystal chandeliers cast soft golden light over the elegantly dressed crowd. The air was a mix of expensive perfumes, laughter, and clinking glasses of the finest wine and champagne. You tried to play it cool as you mingled, but the star power in the room was overwhelming. You spotted global superstars, iconic singers, and even a tech billionaire or two lounging on plush velvet couches. Meanwhile, your friend, already several drinks in, had cozied up with a model, lost in flirtation.

You found yourself alone near the bar, sipping a glass of red wine to steady your nerves, when something happened that made your heart stop. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her—Kim Yoona. The Kim Yoona. The multi-billionaire supermodel and fashion icon who graced every major runway and magazine cover on the planet. She was walking directly toward you.

Your pulse quickened. You couldn’t believe it. You nervously smoothed your dress, adjusted your hair, and shifted on your heels. Even the lacy bra and thong your friend had insisted you wear seemed to conspire against you, the thong’s strap riding uncomfortably high. You wished you could fix it, but there was no time. Yoona was already standing beside you. The last thing you were going to do was stick a hand down the back of your dress in front of her.

She turned toward you with a dazzling smile, her presence magnetic. Then, as casually as if she were speaking to an old friend, she sat down on the barstool next to yours and said, “Hey there, love.”