The restaurant was exactly the kind of place Mirae had requested—high-end enough to be impressive, crowded enough to be seen, but not so exclusive that it felt like a private club. The Golden Spoon had been a celebrity hotspot for years, the kind of establishment where you might find a famous actor at one table and an idol group at another, all pretending not to notice each other while secretly checking their reflections in the silverware.
Joon-ho adjusted his cufflinks as they stepped out of the car. The valet opened the door, and Mirae slid out first, her red dress catching the streetlights like liquid fire. Harin followed, looking effortlessly chic in a simple black dress that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. Joon-ho brought up the rear, wearing a dark suit that fit him like a second skin.
"Ready?" Mirae asked, already checking her reflection in the restaurant's glass front.
