I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

A lot happened, but somehow everything worked out.

I met my master, won the [Prize] twice in a row, and now that the management of [Paradise] has stabilized, it feels like it's finally time to take a break.

‘What have I even been doing for the past year?’

I’m not exactly the type to be this active, but this year I’ve been running around non-stop.

Well… most of it was for the sake of my paintings. No regrets there.

It wasn’t about gaining fame or recognition; it was just something I had to do.

If I had cared about that, I would’ve been flaunting my name in the media long ago.

‘Not that it matters—people will find out soon enough.’

At this point, the world’s attention was on Teacher Lee Ah-Reum and [Paradise].

You could say they were at the eye of the storm, but in a way, that was fortunate.

"It’s good, huh?"

She was sitting right in front of me, casually enjoying a piece of cake.

"I made it myself."

"...Ha-Eun, you made this?"

Teacher Lee froze, fork halfway to her mouth.

Then she squinted suspiciously and gently put the fork down.

What’s her problem? Didn’t she just say it was good?

"You didn’t spray air freshener or something on this, did you?"

"I’m not sure what kind of image you have of me, but I wouldn’t stoop that low."

Not to mention, she’d already eaten a bite. I decided to hold back the rest of my retort.

At my words, Teacher Lee sighed in relief and smiled again.

"Alright, then. Thanks for the food!"

Sometimes I couldn’t shake the feeling that she looked like someone my age.

How was she supposed to be a teacher? She seemed more like a stormy high school girl.

"That just means I look young, doesn’t it?"