Emily’s POV
He got out of the car and came around to open my door. As I stepped out, my heels sinking into the immaculate gravel of the driveway, I felt a wave of dizziness. The house loomed before us, beautiful and intimidating.
Before we could take a step toward the front door, it swung open.
A woman stood there, her posture ramrod straight. She was dressed in an elegant, sleek black dress that reached her knees. Her dark hair swept into a severe but stylish knot. Her eyes were different from Jin’s. They were pitch black and reminded me of Minjun. I wonder if Jin ever felt he didn’t belong here because he didn’t look like his parents.
She scanned me from head to toe in a single, efficient motion. Her expression was not unkind, but it was assessing. Deeply, thoroughly assessing.
Thi
