The Seo Foundation's charity gala shimmered with lights, champagne, and whispers. Hana glided through in a gown of midnight silk, every step defying her past.
But in the crowd, she felt eyes on her. Too sharp. Too intent.
Mi-Ho stayed close, his hand brushing the small of her back as they greeted dignitaries. Yet when Hana turned, she caught a glimpse of him—her enemy—smiling from across the ballroom.
Her heart stuttered, but her lips curved into a practiced smile. If he wanted a stage, she would give him one.