Weeks later, the estate buzzed with life. Lanterns lined the gardens, music drifted across the air, and Hana stood in a gown that shimmered like dawn.
She stared at her reflection, breathless. This wasn't the girl who had been sold, beaten, and silenced. This was a woman reborn.
The doors opened. Mi-Ho stood at the altar, eyes never leaving hers. When she walked down the aisle, each step felt like shedding the weight of her past.
Vows were exchanged, not scripted, but raw:"I found freedom in you," Hana whispered."And I found my heart in you," Mi-Ho replied.
When their lips finally met, the applause around them blurred into nothing. For Hana, the kiss wasn't just love—it was victory.