Saturday evening arrived. Mr. Min walked into his daughter’s room and paused for a moment, his eyes softening.

“Daughter, are you ready?” he asked gently.

Rose turned towards him with a confident smile. She was dressed in an elegant white frock—short at the front, falling just to her knees, yet flowing gracefully at the back, almost brushing the floor. The off-shoulder design highlighted her delicate collarbones, while her long hair cascaded freely down her back. Instead of heels, she wore a pair of stylish white high shoes, her own bold choice, and a pair of simple earrings that added just the right touch of grace.

Mr. Min’s lips curved into a proud smile. “You truly look like a princess, my daughter.”

Rose smirked playfully, her eyes glinting with confidence. “That’s because I am a princess, Father.”

With that, she picked up her clutch, and the two walked together toward the waiting car. Sliding inside, father and daughter sat side by side, the vehicle soon pulling away as they made their way to the grand venue.

Their car rolled to a stop at the grand venue. A guard hurried forward, opening the door. Mr. Min stepped out first, his presence commanding as always. Then, Rose followed, gracefully emerging from the sleek black car. Her white dress flowed with every step, and her confidence alone turned heads.

As they walked toward the entrance, the crowd began to whisper in awe.

“Is that Mr. Min’s daughter?”

“She looks like a princess…”

“She’s breathtaking.”

Rose, however, remained unfazed. She walked with effortless poise, her expression calm, not sparing a glance at the murmurs around her.

Inside the hall, Jungkook’s gaze found her instantly. For a moment, the bustling noise of the party dulled in his ears. His sharp eyes trailed over her from head to toe, taking in the elegance of her dress, the confidence in her stride, and finally, the pair of white shoes she wore. At that, his lips curved into a smirk—he remembered well her disdain for heels.

Mr. Min, with Rose by his side, finally approached Jungkook.

Mr. Min approached Jungkook and offered a firm handshake. “Jungkook, it’s a pleasure to see everything arranged so beautifully.”

Jungkook returned the handshake smoothly, his gaze briefly flicking toward Rose. “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Min. And I’m glad you came with your daughter as well.”

Rose, however, seemed completely uninterested, her arms casually resting at her sides as she surveyed the room with a cool, detached air.

Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “And you… you made quite the entrance. Truly elegant, like a princess. But the shoes…”

Rose lifted her chin, meeting his gaze without hesitation. “It’s my choice. I wear whatever I want.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. “Isn’t it customary to wear heels with an elegant dress?”

A mischievous smirk appeared on Rose’s lips. “I make my own rules. I don’t need anyone else’s perspective.”

Jungkook’s smirk deepened, clearly entertained and intrigued by her fearless, bold attitude.

Mr. Min, sensing the playful tension, interjected with a warm smile. “Well, Jungkook… I must say, your party is really impressive.”

After a brief exchange, Jungkook smiled politely. “Mr. Min, please have some wine.” He gestured to a nearby waiter. “Bring the wine.”

The waiter approached with a tray of glasses, offering them politely. Mr. Min took one without hesitation, but when the tray was presented to Rose, she barely glanced at it before sighing softly.

“I don’t drink this brand,” she said flatly. “I prefer another.”

Jungkook chuckled, clearly entertained by her straightforwardness. “Alright then… bring her favorite brand,” he instructed smoothly, turning to the waiter.

But before the waiter could move, Rose raised a hand and cut in. “No need. I’ll get it myself.” With that, she turned gracefully and walked away, leaving both men watching her.

Jungkook leaned back, his smirk widening. She doesn’t need anyone. Always self-reliant. That’s… impressive.