Yura strode into the dining room with a slow, lazy grace, as if the weight of the world was constantly beneath her consideration, but the promise of dinner had piqued her interest. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of the elegant spread before her, the scent of seared scallops wafting through the air like a siren's call.
"Damn, Jiyeon," Yura said, taking a seat at the head of the table. "You weren't kidding when you said you were making me the dinner of a lifetime."
Jiyeon gave her a smug smile, setting down the last dish with a flourish. "Of course not. You should know by now that I don't do anything halfway. This is just a warm-up."
Yura leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she picked up her fork. "You're not secretly plotting to make me gain weight so you can run off with some younger woman, are you?"
