The boutique Sherri and Hyunjin walked into was tucked into a quiet alley of Seoul, far from the bustling districts and flashy windows of high-end showrooms. This place was known only to a few—where celebrities and public figures came for discretion, privacy, and perfection. The warm scent of vanilla candles drifted through the air, and the space was filled with muted classical music and soft ivory fabrics fluttering like clouds along the walls.
Sherri wore a mask and a low cap, her long hair braided loosely over one shoulder. Hyunjin had on oversized sunglasses and a casual hoodie, his hand gently guiding her toward the private section of the shop.
“No cameras. No stylists. Just us,” he murmured, giving her a soft smile as the boutique attendant led them to a secluded room.
“Feels like we’re doing something forbidden,” Sherri whispered with a small laugh.
Hyunjin grinned. “We kind of are. But only in the best way.”