Vivian pov:
Vivian stepped off the plane like someone who had been expected.
The air in Incheon was cool, crisp, unfamiliar—but she didn't hesitate. Her heels struck the floor with quiet confidence as she adjusted her coat, eyes scanning the terminal with calm interest. Korea. Finally.
She smiled to herself.
Before the driver even finished loading her luggage, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number she'd memorized long before she needed it.
"Mother," she said sweetly when Junpyo's mother answered. "I've arrived in South Korea."
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end—then delight.
"You're here already?" Junpyo's mother exclaimed. "Oh, Vivian, this is wonderful. You must be exhausted. Don't worry, everything is ready."
Vivian's smile widened. "I didn't want to dela
