Soraya had just finished arranging her sparse breakfast when the front gates buzzed.

“Visitors?” Reian frowned, sliding his phone into his pocket. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

They walked to the lounge together. A moment later, the villa manager appeared.

“Mr. Daeyun,” he said carefully. “Your family has arrived. They’re waiting in the front parlor.”

Soraya stiffened slightly.

Reian looked over at her. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“Noted.”

---

The parlor looked like a curated display. Mr. and Mrs. Daeyun sat side by side, impeccably dressed, their expressions unreadable. Damian stood near the fireplace, hands in his pockets, while Camilla examined a crystal ornament as if judging its value.

“Soraya,” Reian said smoothly, “my parents, and my brother Damian. That’s his wife, Camilla.”

Camilla’s smile was instant, glossy and tight.

“Oh, so this is her. You’re even more... understated than I expected.”

Soraya inclined her head. “Good afternoon.”

Mrs. Daeyun offered a nod. Mr. Daeyun didn’t speak, but his eyes lingered on Soraya for a second longer than polite.

“I wasn’t aware the visit would be today,” Reian said mildly.

“We were in the area,” Mrs. Daeyun replied. “And we thought, since there’s been... news,” she glanced at Soraya, “it was time to meet the new addition to the family.”

Soraya remained expressionless.

---

Lunch was laid out in the dining area. The band wives were conveniently absent—perhaps warned or simply unwilling to engage. The table felt large, despite only six people seated.

Camilla picked up her fork with flair. “So, Soraya. Where are you from originally?”

“Does it matter?” she asked gently, not looking up.

“Oh, I’m just curious. You have such an interesting look.”

“Thanks,” Soraya said, not smiling.

Camilla pressed on. “And you two... did you even date? Or was it one of those quick legal things? I mean, not that it matters now, you’re married, but…”

Reian’s knife clinked sharply against his plate. “Camilla.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“You came to visit me. Why don’t we keep the questions light?”

Camilla gave a little laugh. “Of course.”

---

Camilla’s POV:

She hated how calm the woman was. No fidgeting. No nervous chatter. No desperation to impress. Just... there. With her perfect posture and quiet mouth. Even her accent was mild—polished, not clumsy. If this was some sort of game, Camilla wasn’t losing yet. But it was annoying not knowing the other player’s hand.

Who was she, really?

---

Mr. Daeyun’s POV:

He said little during lunch, watching the girl who had—somehow—ended up married to his son. She was not who he expected. Not someone loud or glittery. Not naive either. She answered without answering. Held her poise without flinching. He noticed the way Reian glanced her way, once or twice—not guarded, but attentive. Curious, even.

This girl was a mystery. And mysteries had a way of revealing truth, eventually.

---

After the visit, as they walked down the hallway toward their room, Soraya spoke quietly.

“You didn’t have to say anything.”

“I know,” Reian replied. “But I wanted to.”

She looked at him. There was no gratitude in her eyes, but no hostility either. Just understanding.

And for now, that was enough.