- Highly skilled in acting despite her youth.

- Suited to purple or black tones.

- Perfect fit for the role. He quickly listed the key traits of the actress before him. Watching this, a satisfied smile crept across the face of the woman beside him. From the moment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he pulled out his notebook and started writing, the outcome was all but decided. His scribbling continued until Kaguya vanished from the screen, and the video ended right after. She turned to the middle-aged man with a broad smile. "Then, Papa, I'll head over there myself. I know someone on that side, so meeting up won't be an issue." "...

Please do." He nodded gravely. Delighted, she whipped out her phone. 'Perfect. I was wanting to visit anyway. Japan...' * In the practice room stood two people right in front of her. The cute girl paired with her, Chae Seon-hwa. And beside her, Han-seo oppa... no, actress Chae Soo-jeong. Looking up at her, Seo Han-sol bowed her head and spoke in a trembling voice. "H-Hello! I'm Seo Han-sol. It's... it's truly an honor to meet you like this, Actress Chae Soo-jeong!" She'd glimpsed her on set before, but facing the actress who'd played her ultimate bias up close filled her with heavy tension and a pounding heart. Then. "Nice to meet you, Miss Seo Han-sol. Take good care of our Seon-hwa." "Ah..." Chae Soo-jeong extended her hand with a picture-perfect smile. Han-sol blanked out for a second but carefully grasped 'that woman's' hand for a shake. 'Warm... and soft...' The touch felt inherently refined. The daughter was like that, and so was the mother. Being around these two made it impossible to stay calm, but Han-sol suppressed her emotions and spoke in her still-shaky voice. "W-Well then, let's schedule things first." "Yes, let's do that." "For the song... original version? Or arranged? We have people here who could do it, or... I have a friend who's great at this sort of thing..." Emotions aside, the priority was completing the production team's assignment. They set a time, hashed out a basic direction, and Han-sol steeled herself with resolve. Chae Seon-hwa was a genius singer beyond reproach. With her talent, victory seemed assured... but if they lost, Han-sol herself would likely be the reason. To avoid hindering rather than helping, she had to give her all here. 'Since it's come to this, I'll make it happen no matter what. And earn Grandpa's approval...' Thus, Seo Han-sol threw herself into the situation with enthusiasm. Meanwhile, watching her, Chae Soo-jeong let out a quiet internal sigh. 'Such a shame. She seems so pure right now...' * Right before me stood the young lady of SG Group, Seo Han-sol. A cute girl with sparkling eyes looking up at me, her face still innocently pure. But separate ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from that image, I knew her story roughly from my past life. Not because of this child star incident, but from something much further in the future. 'Stories of chaebol heirs causing trouble are a dime a dozen, but...' Seo Han-sol's case stuck out vividly in my memory. It had been so shocking in my previous life. 'Drug overdose death... right?' After the child star scandal, she'd vanished from the public eye for a while. She seemed talented enough, but the massive fallout from that industry-shaking incident buried her potential, and she faded from memory without blooming. Her whereabouts resurfaced about ten years later. A bitter report of her dying from a drug overdose in an underground club. This dragged in numerous celebrities and chaebol heirs, leading to a string of arrests, and the agencies and companies involved suffered massive losses. Some were released on dubious grounds, but SG Group saw its chairman resign, followed soon by news of his death, leaving the entire family in ruins. 'As the granddaughter of SG Group's chairman, she could've lived without want...' I didn't know the exact details of how it came to that, but this incident might've played a big role. Childhood experiences shape one's values profoundly. 'I hope things go well for her this time. Please...' With that wish—for my daughter's success and this girl's salvation alike— I decided from my spot a step back to support them as best I could. My musical skills might not help much, but in moments like this, a mother's role in looking after the kids was crucial. Plus, building ties with a chaebol heiress could only benefit my daughter's future. "I'll pick you up at the school gate after classes." "Yeah, sounds good." With my mind made up, I spoke to Han-sol, who was coordinating schedules with Seon-hwa. "Miss Seo Han-sol, should we start practice today?" "Ah... Yes, I'm fine with that... What about Seon-hwa?" "Me too! Let's do it now!" Seon-hwa replied brightly, eyes shining. I smiled warmly and suggested to Han-sol in a calm voice. "Our house is just around the corner. Want some ramen before you go?" "Uh... P-Pardon?" "It's about lunchtime. You probably skipped breakfast—this auntie will make you a proper meal." Our home was nearby, and there were no decent restaurants around. Going into the city for food meant dealing with parking and all sorts of hassles. Since we'd have to return here for practice anyway, I figured we'd eat first before diving in. A casual invitation, like to my daughter's friend. And. "Uh... Y-Yes. Sounds good... Ramen..." Seo Han-sol accepted, her face oddly flushed. Noticing her 'guardian' behind her give a small nod, we set off right away. "Ramen... hehe... with Han-seo oppa... at her house..." Amid Han-sol's unexpectedly cheerful reaction, I felt a twinge of mild curiosity.