@bpxblinkooo: The mansion was no longer a home; it was a war zone of Suneung preparation and high-stakes logistics. Jennie paced the living room, brandishing a tablet like a tactical weapon. "If the stage decor is gold, the tablecloths must be champagne silk. It’s non-negotiable. It sets the tone for the entire academic future." Ella groaned, her head buried in a mountain of history notes. "Mom, it’s a high school graduation, not a royal coronation! Can you please lower the volume? My brain is literally leaking from all this Suneung prep." "It’s your transition to university, Ella! It’s a milestone," Jennie countered, waving a menu card. "And Gawon, dear, have you picked your outfit? We need to coordinate with the family theme. The extended family is already asking for the dress code." Gawon, now fully integrated into the family, smiled shyly from her seat next to Ella. "I was thinking of a simple navy dress, Mom?" Jennie gasped, clutching her chest. "Navy? Too somber! We’ll go with a soft lavender. It matches the floral arrangements I’ve already ordered for the garden ceremony." "Lavender silk?" Ella muttered, circling a date in her textbook. "I’m going to look like a giant spring flower." "You’ll look like an icon," Jennie insisted, not missing a beat. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Lisa was nursing a coffee, watching Miu and Lena struggle through their own finals. "Mama, please," Miu muttered, her eyes bloodshot. "Tell Mom that if she sends one more 'suggested reception venue' link to our group chat, I’m changing my phone number. I’m trying to study here!" Lisa chuckled, sliding a plate of fresh fruit toward them. "You know how she gets, luk (darling). She’s nesting. But listen, Miu, you’re halfway through your second year. Have you thought about where you and Lena want to do your internships?" Lena looked at Miu, then cautiously at Lisa. "We were actually looking at the international exchange program. In Paris." The room went dead silent. The only sound was the faint tap-tap-tap of Jennie’s heels as she walked into the kitchen, a stack of brochures in her hand. She stopped mid-stride, the paper trembling in her grip. "Paris?" Jennie whispered, her eyes wide. "Yes, Mom," Miu said, bracing for impact. "It’s a top-tier program for MIELCA’s future global operations. It’s exactly what we need for our business credits." "Six thousand miles," Jennie murmured, her voice sounding like a tragedy. "That’s… that’s six thousand miles away from my mood board." Lisa bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Nini, honey, Paris is a business hub. It’s a great career move for the MIELCA brand." "A career move?" Jennie turned on Lisa. "Who is going to help me pick out the centerpiece for the rehearsal dinner if they’re eating croissants on the Champs-Élysées?" "I’ll fly back for the weekend, Mom!" Miu promised. "I’ll FaceTime you from the Eiffel Tower!" Lena added, looking terrified. "I’m already stressed about the Suneung results!" Ella shouted from the living room, joining the chaos. "And now you’re moving to France? Do I have to manage the family social calendar alone?" "Wait," Canny yelled, running into the kitchen with Ahyeon right behind her. "Paris? Does this mean I get a bedroom in France? Because I am not staying here if Mom starts planning the next wedding in a different time zone!" "I am going to need more wine," Lisa sighed, looking at her wife. Jennie was already tapping away on her phone with frantic speed. "Forget Paris. I’m looking up real estate prices in the 7th Arrondissement. If you’re going, we’re all going. Miu, Lena—start looking at flights. We have a Suneung celebration to plan, and apparently, we’re doing it in Europe!" "Mom!" Miu and Ella cried out in unison. "I love this family," Canny cackled, "but we are officially the most exhausting people on the planet." #jenlisa #fypviralシ #fyp #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp #fypシ

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