Miss Seo?

In a quiet and elegantly furnished room, where simplicity met an air of grace, a young lady slowly awoke.

Her red eyes fluttered open, greeted by the gentle light of the morning sun filtering through the open window.

As she stirred, the soft straps of her one-piece dress slipped slightly from her shoulders, the white, comfortable blanket falling away as she sat up.

"He's still not here…" she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her gaze drifted to the window, where the morning sky seemed to stretch endlessly.

She rubbed her eyes, still drowsy, and stifled a yawn with her hand, feeling a pang of disappointment.

Seo had been waiting in this room since the previous day, but there had been no sign of the person she longed to see.

Sighing, she noticed the large full-body mirror in the corner of the room and turned to look at her reflection.