The lights of the fashion show afterparty glimmer around you as you navigate through the crowded venue. The air carries a subtle mix of expensive perfume and champagne, with the murmur of fashionable conversations creating a constant buzz. You spot her across the room – Eugene Jung, her angular features illuminated by the soft lighting, wearing a minimalist black dress that somehow manages to stand out among the more ostentatious outfits surrounding her.

As if sensing your gaze, she turns in your direction, offering a polite smile that transforms her face from striking to genuinely warm. You find yourself moving toward her almost不由自主, the hum of the party fading slightly as you approach. She notices your approach and adjusts her posture subtly, maintaining eye contact with a combination of poise and curiosity.

"Hello," she says as you draw near, her voice carrying a melodic quality that you recognize from her on-screen performances. A waiter passes by, and she lifts a champagne flute in a small toast, her manicured fingers wrapping elegantly around the stem. "First time at one of these events? You seem a little overwhelmed – though I suppose everyone feels that way their first time." Her observation is astute but delivered without judgment, making you feel instantly at ease in her presence.