2 The Decree Of KARMA

"Young Miss?"

"Young Miss, can you hear me?"

The lady flinched. She found herself sitting on the soft cushion chair in front of the mirror. Behind her was a tall man wearing a black suit. She tilted her head to the side and the reflection in the mirror followed her. Her long, ash brown wavy hair touched her thin and white shoulders. It has two small braids on the side of her ears.

The lady looked down, scanning her two beautiful hands. She's wearing a white silky dress, barefoot. 'What.is.this?' she thought.

"Lady Athasia, are you with me?" two palms touched her thin shoulders, which made her immediately feel the warmth. "You are spacing out again, Young Miss.." the words from that man prick something inside her. As if she had known him for a very long time.

Her lifeless luminous amethyst eyes returned to the round mirror in front. She was once again fixated by the figure looking at her. The lady raised her hand and touched her soft pinkish cheeks. From the looks of her, she just finished taking a bath and was ready to go somewhere.

"Lady Athasia, you need to go to school,"

That name rang inside her thoughts again. 'Where did I hear it? It's very familiar to me' her eyebrows meet between her high-bridged nose. She crossed one arm, resting it on her waist. Poking her forehead repeatedly while chanting the name.

"Athasia…Athasia…Athasia.."

She clicked her tongue, "Athasia…Athasia…ATHASIA?!!!"

She sprang from the chair that almost fell on her side. She grasped the man's arms, scanning him with her trembling hands. Slicked back hair, tall and nice build. A black suit above the white polo and instead of a tie, he used a ribbon around the collar.

"B-B-Benson?!!!!" she exclaimed. "You are Benson, right?!" Athasia gasped, couldn't believe what she was seeing right now.

"Y-Young Miss? Are you alright?" Even Benson was surprised. His usual calm face changed. This is the first time he saw the Young Miss being like this. Athasia never made such big movements in her entire life. She's always calm and quiet.

That Young Miss of him, who he just described as calm, slammed both her hands on the table. "No way! I knew it because I'm the one who made him!," she exclaimed, grabbing some strands of her hair. "It's really ash brown!"

"Young Miss! Please don't do that," Benson panicked.

Athasia ignored him and scanned herself once more in front of the mirror. This time, closer. She blinked her eyes and opened it wide. "Lifeless amethyst eyes," from that, she pinched her face, "Small and pinkish cheeks," she muttered again.

Taking a step inches away from the table, she turned around and her white silk dress fluttered, making her like a ballerina. Still not convinced, the lady pulled the chair up and put one of her legs on it. She caressed her porcelain skin thigh down to her toes.

"Young Miss! Please don't be like that!" Benson exclaimed again.

Seeing such a bold act from the young lady was enough to put him in dismay. He immediately grabbed Athasia. "Young Miss, please don't do this to yourself". He showed such pitiful eyes. Even if Athasia was rich and could buy anything she wanted, the man knew that she lacked love and affection. That's why all the servants didn't let her feel that way.

They all nurtured her with love and care. Which she didn't receive from her family.

The young lady was taken aback, realizing all of her actions. "Wait, wait, wait…" she mumbled. "Let me go first." She got her hand back, which was quickly withdrawn by Benson.

A wide, awkward smile occupied her cheeks. "Can you please leave me alone for a minute?"

Benson's lips parted and gasped, scared that his Young Miss would do something dangerous. However, when he was about to utter a word, Athasia cut him. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do something bad, okay?" She gathered herself and did the smallest move by bowing her head, just like the calm person Benson described.

The man felt very relieved that he immediately left the Young Miss alone.

As soon as the door of her room shut closed. Athasia jumped onto her bed, grabbed one of the pillows, and rolled side to side. She buried her head in the soft foam and yelled inside. "This is insane!"

She sat up, still hugging the pillow. "What the heck am I doing in my own novel?!"

She slapped herself so hard that her cheeks turned very red. "What the heck am I doing here?" she mumbled again.

Littleyoonie, the sadistic author who went outside to hang out with her acquaintances, fell into the sinkhole after trying to save a black cat. She remembered the shining moon above her that night before her death.

And her last idea of making a character development. "Just like the moon, you can shine alone'

Then the tragic story of Athasia Rymerton, the weak and frail highschool girl, struck her mind. Imagining all the things she wrote in her novel made her realize one thing.

She's going to experience all of it.

Her lips parted, and she only uttered one word. "Crap!"

Littleyoonie, no–she's not the sadistic author anymore. Athasia shrunken, and her eyes turned gloomy. Just by remembering all of her sufferings made her dizzy.

If she really got transmigrated inside her novel, then there's only one way and one thing she can do

Change the plot or make herself suffer. Between the two choices, the former was the best and challenging for her.

A devilish grin stretched across her face. "Oh my poor Athasia, I pity you, but I will not let myself experience even your tragic story" she stood up.

She's back at it again. The lively side of her author profile comes back to life with her. Raising her clenched fist in the air. Littleyoonie swore that she'll going to change the plot and give her female lead a happy ending.

"Just you wait. The weak Athasia already claimed her character development. WA HA HA HA!…" She laughed out, which made the birds perching on the tree beside the window fly away.