The moment had finally arrived. Jiyeon, despite Yura's best efforts to keep her out of the restaurant for the night, was back at the helm, overseeing every tiny detail of the dinner at The Rose Manor. Her eyes scanned the room like a hawk, laser-focused on the grand dining hall that was slowly filling with guests. The soft hum of chatter mixed with the clinking of glasses created a refined, elegant atmosphere—exactly what she had envisioned.
Yet somehow, Jiyeon still found herself annoyed. "Why is that candle tilted?" she muttered to herself, narrowing her eyes at the center table, her fingers twitching as if they were aching to fix it.
"Relax, Chef," Kang whispered as he came up behind her, balancing a tray of hors d'oeuvres. "No one's going to notice the angle of a damn candle."
"If I noticed, someone else will too," Jiyeon shot back, her voice a mix of frustration and anxiety.
