The tension in the house was already thick when Jo Yu-ri stormed into the living room, where you were lazily sprawled on the couch, scrolling through your phone. She was dressed impeccably, her makeup flawless, and her expression was the perfect storm of frustration and determination.

“Get up. We’re leaving in an hour,” she declared, arms crossed.

You didn’t even look up. “Leaving for what?”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t play dumb. The family marriage dinner. My cousin is getting engaged, and we’re both going. I told you this last week.”