Ch.188188. How to Seduce My Man

The same Friday, in the morning.

He and I visited a wedding studio in Cheongdam-dong. I heard that my father had recommended this studio to him, and after looking it up on our way there, it seemed to be quite a famous place.

What was it again? First-class makeup artists, first-class costume designers. First-class exclusive photographers. Everything else was also first-class—a studio where it would be faster to find something that wasn’t the best in Korea?

I think they also said that the cost of a one-day photoshoot was equivalent to the price of a decent jeonse apartment. If all this is true, it’s definitely a dream-like wedding studio that all women would envy.

“Wow… it’s really big.”

Han Siwoo commented while holding my hand as we walked. Yes, as he said, the wedding studio building was extremely large. But it wasn’t just the size that made it special.

It was the massive wedding photo hanging from the windows, spanning from the first floor to the rooftop. According to the description on their website, they change it only once a year, displaying the best wedding photo of that year.

I don’t know the details, but even from a distance, you could tell it was a wedding studio.

“Indeed. This must really be the best in Korea.”

“Yeah, the photos will turn out great.”

We entered the building while making small talk. From the moment we stepped inside, an elegant and luxurious atmosphere flowed throughout, proving its reputation wasn’t just for show.

“Welcome. May I ask if you have a reservation?”

“Yes. Under Hwa Nabi.”

“…”

So he made the reservation under my name. Well, they say it’s better to make studio reservations under the bride’s name. Apparently because the bride inevitably becomes the main character of the photoshoot.

It’s not entirely wrong—from what I found out, any wedding company provides the tuxedo as a free service when you rent a dress. That’s evidence that the spotlight doesn’t go to the groom, which feels a bit disappointing. Is the groom just an afterthought?

“Yes, I’ve confirmed your reservation. You’ve booked makeup, dress fitting, and studio photography. The entire schedule will take about three hours. Is that okay for both the groom and bride?”

The staff member nodded and handed us two booklets. Looking through them, I found detailed information about the time schedule, precautions, and other useful information about using the studio.

He skimmed through the booklet, then gently pulled my hand and said:

“I’m fine with it. Nabi, are you okay with it too?”

“Yes, I’m fine with it.”

“Then I’ll guide you to the makeup room. Both of you will start with makeup, and bride, you’ll try on your dress right after your makeup is done.”

“Oh, but I haven’t chosen a dress yet?”

“Pardon? That can’t be right. According to our customer information, you have a dress reserved for fitting?”

“Oh, really…?”

I was confused since I hadn’t chosen anything, yet there was a reservation. While I was trying to make sense of the situation, he cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“Um, Nabi. I already picked out the dress.”

“You chose it…?”

My eyes widened at this completely new information. When? As I questioned him with just my eyes, he smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah, the studio called me yesterday. They asked if it was okay that they hadn’t received the bride’s dress list yet. So I went ahead and decided on my own.”

“Ah… is that so? Well, I guess there’s no helping it. But you could have at least told me beforehand.”

“Sorry, I forgot to mention it.”

“There are other things you could forget…”

I understand we’re both busy with preparations, but how could he forget something as important as the wedding dress? When I gave him a slight side-eye, he seemed to know he’d done wrong and avoided my gaze.

“But once you try it on, I think you’ll change your mind. I picked something really pretty.”

“Sigh, alright. I’ll try it on and evaluate just how good your taste is.”

Since he’s not completely lacking in aesthetic sense, whatever he chose should at least be decent. I nodded and gestured forward with my chin, signaling him to escort me.

“Shall we go, princess?”

“Yes, my forgetful prince.”

We arrived at the makeup room while exchanging playful banter. We separated at the door, each entering the bride’s and groom’s makeup rooms to begin our makeup sessions.

“Excuse me, should I also wear perfume?”

“No, that’s an optional service, so it’s up to you. But usually, people wear it for the atmosphere of the photoshoot. Would you like me to apply some after your fitting?”

“No, that’s okay. I’m currently pregnant.”

“Oh my… really? You don’t look it at all. You must be in the early stages. May I ask how many weeks along you are?”

“I’m 13 weeks now.”

The staff member who was carefully applying foundation was surprised. Her gaze briefly dropped to my lower abdomen before quickly returning to my face.

“Maybe it’s because you have a good figure? Even at 13 weeks, it doesn’t show. When I was 13 weeks, my belly was quite noticeable, and I was worried about it.”

“Oh, you’re a mother too?”

“Yes. I have two children. The first is four years old and the second is two.”

“Wow… really? You look so young. Isn’t it really hard working while raising children?”

“It’s extremely difficult. The kids don’t listen, my husband keeps telling me to quit my job. The only consolation is that I can do work that I enjoy.”

“Hmm, I see…”

By the time we finished chatting, the base makeup was done, and we moved on to color makeup. My makeup artist stared at me thoughtfully, then took out an eyebrow pencil and said:

“Since you have large eyes, I think lighter makeup would look prettier on you. I’d like to keep your eyebrows as natural as possible, with minimal drawing, and focus on enhancing your natural features overall. What do you think?”

“That’s fine with me. Just make me look pretty to others.”

Actually, asking to “just make me look pretty” is the most difficult request. If the result doesn’t satisfy the client, then it’s not considered pretty.

Despite my request, the makeup artist smiled confidently.

“With such a beautiful canvas, I’d have to quit my job if I messed it up. Don’t worry. I’ll make the groom’s jaw drop when he sees you.”

“…Thank you.”

Hearing such a reassuring declaration, I smiled and closed my eyes.

*

After some time, the makeup was finally done. It took over an hour just to finish the facial makeup. Perhaps because I had minimized my movements during that time, my entire body still felt stiff.

“Ugh…”

I stretched very carefully, afraid of ruining the makeup. Then I glanced at the mirror and saw that my makeup was done exceptionally well.

If I were to exaggerate a bit, it’s like I wasn’t myself anymore. I desperately wanted to show it off somewhere, but it was still waiting time, which was quite disappointing.

“Maybe I should take some pictures?”

Click, click. I posed for a few shots for Instagram. Since I looked so pretty, I’d add some filters later before posting.

After fiddling with my phone for a while, I checked the time. The staff had said the scheduled time was 11:30. It’s 11:00 now, so there’s still thirty minutes left.

I didn’t realize dress setup would take this long. Getting bored with waiting, I looked around. Is there anything interesting?

While looking around, I noticed the guide booklet placed in front of the vanity. Perfect timing since I was bored. That should help pass the time.

I reached for the booklet and flipped through the pages. Skipping the schedule introduction part and gossip corner I’d already seen, I slowly examined the dress guide section at the back.

“Wow… they even have these.”

From one-piece dresses that only reached the thighs to long dresses with hems that dragged below the shoes. There was a variety to choose from according to the bride’s preference.

Maybe it’s because I’m only seeing them in photos, but they all look beautiful. I wish I could try them all on, but that wouldn’t be possible due to time constraints, right? If I had known, I should have asked to book the entire day.

“Hmm…”

As I flipped through the pages with a sense of regret, a dress with an unusual design caught my eye.

It was based on a one-piece style, but the chest area was deeply cut out with only straps connecting it, and the length was extremely short, almost like a miniskirt.

Moreover, the fabric covering the abdomen was made of mesh, making it see-through. No matter how I looked at it, this wasn’t for a normal ceremony. Looking more closely, there was a note at the bottom that said [Studio pic only]. It wasn’t meant for the actual wedding day.

“No wonder it’s so revealing.”

It was designed for special tastes or certain purposes.

Well, how could anyone wear something this revealing on their wedding day? This kind of dress is only for studio photoshoots or for creating intense memories.

“…”

If I wore something like this, wouldn’t he just be thinking about me the entire time during the photoshoot…?

“That one is already set up. You can try it on right away, ma’am.”

A staff member who had approached me spoke in a gentle voice. I stared at the dress in the booklet and tapped it with my finger.

“…Can I try this one on?”