Eunji stood in the dazzling lights of the Dior showroom, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft hum of the cameras, the whispers of the stylists, and the quiet bustle of the crew were all around her, but she was still. The world seemed to stop as she posed, her figure effortlessly embodying the grace and elegance Dior demanded.

Her journey had been long and painful—filled with sacrifices, harsh training, and a relentless pursuit of perfection. But now, standing in front of the camera, in the most prestigious fashion house in the world, Eunji knew she had made it.

The success with L’Oréal had opened doors she hadn’t even known existed. Her sharp features, now refined through months of rigorous training and sacrifice, had caught the eye of top designers and international brands. It wasn’t just about beauty—it was about her presence, her transformation from a broken girl to the flawless model who graced the covers of magazines, the face of luxury.

Dior had been the next step. Her name was now in the same breath as the world’s top supermodels, and she had earned it—no one could deny that. But despite the glossy surface of her new life, something inside her had changed. She had become the perfect image of beauty, but she had lost her own reflection in the process.

As she posed in a luxurious black gown, her hair perfectly styled, and her makeup impeccable, Eunji’s thoughts wandered. She had fought to be here, fought against the life Hiroto had thrust upon her. But now, as she stepped into this new world of success and luxury, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it.

Would she have become someone different, someone true to herself, if she hadn’t been forced into this mold? The question lingered in her mind, but it wasn’t something she could dwell on right now. This was her world now, the world she had built from the ashes of her old life.

The photographer snapped his shots, his camera clicking like a heartbeat. Eunji’s pose was perfect, her expression poised and detached, like the mannequin she had become. The team around her praised her performance, complimenting her on her ability to embody the Dior brand so flawlessly.

She didn’t feel pride, though. She only felt numb.

Eunji had become the ideal model—the embodiment of beauty, grace, and perfection. But deep down, she knew that it wasn’t her true self. It was the version of her that the world demanded, the version that Hiroto had created when he forced her into this life.

Her mind drifted back to Hiroto, to the cold silence that had followed their confrontation. She hadn't forgiven him. She still couldn’t. But despite the rage and betrayal, she couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in his words. He had wanted her to succeed. He had wanted her to become something great, but at what cost? And what had she lost in the process?

Eunji pushed the thoughts aside, returning her focus to the present. Dior. L'Oréal. The campaigns. The fame. She had it all now. But what good was it if she had lost herself in the process?

As the shoot wrapped up, Eunji slipped out of her gown and into a simple robe, the team’s compliments still ringing in her ears. She was a star now—unquestionably one of the most sought-after models in the industry. But as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she didn’t recognize the person staring back at her. The girl who had once been so full of hope, of dreams, of ambition—had she disappeared entirely?

She knew the answer deep down: she had become the perfect creation, but the girl inside her, the one who had once dreamed of a different life, was gone.

Her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Hiroto.

"I saw your latest campaign. You're incredible, Eunji."

The words felt like a weight on her chest, heavy with the weight of everything unspoken between them. She didn’t respond. She had nothing to say. What could she say to him? Could she ever go back to him, to the man who had made her into this version of herself?

She locked the phone and turned back to the mirror, her face once again the picture of composure.

She was a Dior model now. She was perfect, flawless, and untouchable. But as the cameras and the world watched her, the girl who had once been Eunji Kwon, full of heart and dreams, had faded into the background, lost to the pursuit of an ideal that would never love her back.

Eunji had everything, but she had nothing left.