Jisoo where’s your taste?

In the quiet, refined tea restaurant, the soft clink of porcelain cups mingled with the muted conversation of high society. Han Jisoo, impeccably dressed in a tailored ivory suit, sat with perfect posture across from Lee Yeongah, a woman equally well-groomed but with a sharpness in her gaze that matched the sharpness of her words.

Jisoo lifted her teacup gracefully, her movements measured. "I trust Euihyun is doing well, Yeongah," she said, her tone carrying a deliberate calm. "He's become quite the name in the acting world, hasn't he?"

Yeongah, her lips pressing into a thin smile, glanced at her untouched cup. "Well enough, considering. Though I had always hoped for something more… dignified. The world of acting, as you know, is not what we once envisioned for our children, is it?"