"……!"

Heeju blinked repeatedly, her eyelids fluttering open and closed.

"Hong Heeju, do you want to become the First Lady?"

"……What?"

"If that’s what you want, I’ll work on it."

"Wh-what?!"

Her mouth fell open at his abrupt and overwhelming words. It wasn’t the kind of thing you could just throw around like a pet’s name!

His composed, matter-of-fact tone left her dumbfounded. Surrounded by mirrors and bathed in dazzling lights, Heeju’s eyes drifted to her reflection.

The image staring back at her—a bride in a beautiful tiara and an elegant wedding dress—seemed surreal, like a dream.

It had been …