Two days later.
"I deeply apologize for the sudden schedule change. I promise this won’t happen again."
As soon as Shin Yerim arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport and stepped into the arrivals hall, she bowed her head in apology.
Changing the schedule so abruptly right before a first eting was an unthinkable action from soone in her position.
However, the response she received was unexpected.
"It's absolutely fine. Thank you for making the trip here."
Chloé Durand, the fashion director of Elle France, shrugged as if the sudden change of plans was no big deal.
"You were originally scheduled to arrive two weeks earlier, so a two-day delay isn’t an issue."
With that, she added, "May I take a quick look?"
"Y-Yes? My... luggage?"
"No, your figure. Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"Ah... no, it’s fine."
"Then, let’s talk as we walk. I’ll observe while we move."
"Y-Yes! Of course!"
As they walked together, Chloé scanned Yerim’s body from head to toe with a ticulous gaze.
‘She’s absolutely perfect.’
If there was such a thing as the golden ratio for body proportions, Yerim seed to embody it completely. Even her chest—both its size and shape—was flawless.
‘And on top of that…’
In the photos Chloé had reviewed, Yerim had appeared to lack a certain sensual allure. Yet, in the span of a few months, sothing had changed. A subtle yet undeniable air of seductiveness now surrounded her.
‘She was a minor until recently, and she’s just beco an adult now… Could it be because of that?’
As Chloé pondered, her eyes were drawn to Yerim’s oddly awkward gait.
Sothing about her posture seed off. Her hand rested unconsciously over her lower abdon.
As a fellow woman, Chloé imdiately recognized what this stance ant.
To a casual observer, it might have seed like she was dealing with so biological discomfort.
But this was clearly sothing else entirely.
"Is there perhaps a connection between your delayed arrival and that peculiar walk of yours?"
"W-What?!"
Yerim’s startled reaction made it clear to Chloé that her intuition was spot on.
"If you’ve crossed the most critical threshold, then everything makes more sense."
"Th-That’s... um..."
"Judging by the tistamp of your email, it was about… six hours, wasn’t it?"
"N-No, I an… it was more… I an, no, that’s not it!"
Chloé chuckled softly, amused by the model’s increasingly flustered deanor.
"By the way, I’m impressed by how fluent your French is. Starting off in French caught by surprise."
"Th-Thank you. My agency really pushed to… to study hard."
"Do you speak English as well?"
"Yes, though I’m not very quick, but I can manage both English and French well enough to understand and communicate."
Chloé was impressed. Preparing for a modeling career to this extent?
‘She’s incredibly thorough.’
Or perhaps the agency had done its howork. After all, they seed to recognize Yerim’s imnse potential and had equipped her with the tools for success.
Regardless, it was a good thing. Nothing was better than being able to communicate well with a model.
"Yerim, I almost forgot to say this."
"Yes?"
"Welco to France, and to Paris."
"Thank you so much!"
And with that, Shin Yerim officially embarked on her journey as a professional model.
*****
Yerim must have arrived in Paris by now.
"Regarding the manager, soone who knows the French modeling market well will join her tomorrow." "Oh, really? So today Yerim will et the fashion director alone?"
"Yeah, the fashion director said they wanted to talk without the manager first." "Ah, then the real schedule starts tomorrow after the eting with the manager?"
"Exactly. Honestly, we don't have much to worry about. We’ll just keep providing funds or covering any additional expenses if needed." "Then there’s nothing to worry about now."
"Right, but still, it’s a bit sad to think we won’t see her for a few years." "That’s true."
"Anyway, I’ll call or text if anything unusual cos up." "Sure, I’ll count on you."
"Okay."
Click.
After ending the call with Seokho-hyung, I assessed the situation while—
Flap!
Flap!
—doing laundry.
'The house slls unfamiliar all of a sudden.'
How should I describe this sll?
Should I call it a woman’s pheromone scent?
Anyway.
I washed everything from the bed sheets to the pillows, blankets, and curtains—anything that might carry a different scent.
'Once I dry everything, the sll will disappear completely.'
Ever since the stalker incident and the maid photo situation, I’ve had my fair share of troubles in just one day, so this ti, I made sure to clean thoroughly.
As a result:
'Hmm, there’s no way I’ll get caught this ti.'
The house was now unbelievably clean compared to before.
I guess you could say it turned into a full-on deep clean after not doing it for a while.
"But why do I feel so energetic?"
I spent almost half the day exerting myself, but after waking up, my body felt even more refreshed and invigorated.
'They say transfusions help with blood circulation. Maybe it’s sothing like that.'
While marveling at the mysteries of the human body—
Oh, right, Donghu! Let’s get married, shall we? And by the way, the schedule for our fake wedding is set!
Seokho-hyung’s KakaoTalk ssage arrived, as if to indicate sothing unusual had co up.
When?
Both are in January! Looks like they plan to kick off the new year with a bang.
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