I arrived by taxi, stepping out in front of the place I now called home.
There it was — our stunning, modern house, glowing beneath the soft city lights. A wide driveway stretched out like a welcome mat, glass walls reflected the stars above, and the soft trickle of water from the marble fountain filled the silence with peace.
I kicked off my heels at the front door and stepped into the open-concept living room. The scent of vanilla candles wrapped around me like a hug.
Home
I pulled my hair into a messy bun and made a beeline to the kitchen.
"Wine… where are you, my only friend until he comes?" I muttered, opening the fridge and pulling out a chilled bottle.
Just as I poured the first glass, the doorbell rang.
I frowned. "Why is he ringing the bell? He lives here."
Still barefoot and in my work clothes, I walked over and opened the door.
My heart stopped.
"Yuna?" I blinked in shock.
She raised an eyebrow. "Minji."
My voice caught. "What are you doing here?"
