It was afternoon.
Na-ri sat quietly in the backseat of the car, her hands nervously clasped on her lap. Beside her, Chairman Kang glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips.
She looked so elegant in her white long-sleeved suit dress, the fabric hugging her form modestly. Her hair was neatly styled, and the light makeup she wore only enhanced her natural beauty. Yet, beneath all of it, she looked tensed.
Chairman Kang gave a small chuckle, reaching out to pat her hand gently.
"You know," he said, his voice light, "when I went to meet your grandmother's family back then, I thought I was going to pass out from how nervous I was."
Na-ri smiled weakly at his attempt to lighten the mood.
He added, "Don't worry. They already seem to like you. I saw it at the gala."
Na-ri nodded. But her mind wasn't on the meeting. It wasn't the Han family that worried her. It was Ji-a and Mi-na. Whatever they were plotting was what tightened her chest with anxiety.
