Rachel sat astride Harper's prone form, her gaze fixed intently on the woman beneath her. For fifteen minutes, she had remained in this position, her expression shifting as she contemplated the events of the day.
"I hate it," Rachel murmured, her brow furrowed in a mix of frustration and unease.
Harper was so accustomed to her fiancée's presence at home, working alongside her or spending time alone with their beloved dog, Luna. Rarely did she venture out, preferring the comfort and solitude of their shared space. Conversations with others beyond their immediate circle were few and far between.
But then, suddenly, Harper had traveled to Seoul, and Rachel had seen the images—her beloved companion sitting side-by-side with a stranger, a foreign woman. In a country where encountering a fluent Korean speaker who was not of Korean descent was still a rarity, Rachel could only imagine the attention and curiosity they had garnered.
