I THOUGHT IT WAS A COMMON POSSESSION

The grand melody of the pipe organ spread out like a concentric circle. On both sides of Virgin Road, guests dressed in fancy ceremonial clothes filled the seats, and the entire hall was filled with serious dignity.

In terms of formality, it was really perfect, exactly right in every detail, like a duke's family member wedding ceremony. However, there's no joy or cheerfulness like a wedding ceremony anywhere.

'I think it would be more appropriate to call this as a funeral day.'

It seems that it's really was. Because both of the groom's and the bride's guests have dark expressions on their face.

'Straighten your faces. No matter how uncomfortable you guys are, am I the only one who can do that?'

Now I have to walk in the middle of this stiff wedding ceremony and stand next to the man who would kill me one day.

"Now the bride Edith Riegelhoff, please enter."

The priest who didn't know whether he came to officiate our marriage or attend a funeral mass ordered my entrance frimly.

I practiced all day yesterday and remembered it on my head, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I walked forward slowly, kicking the hem of my dress with my toes, just as I practiced with all my strength to prevent an accidental from falling.

But the hem line of my wedding dress is not the problem here. It's my chest. . . .

I mean, I know my breasts are a bit big and beautiful, but this is a bit exposed. I feel that something that should cover my chest is missing. This is the first time in my life wearing a dress like this.

'No matter how elegant this dress is, isn't it a bit too much wearing this on the wedding day?'

It seems that I'm not the only one who thinks so. The guests gazes were looking at me clearly, contained with negative emotions, contempt, disregarded, or lust on their faces.

I'm walked slowly and approached the man who would one day slash my neck, cutting my neck through the heavy air that I couldn't even feel the flakes of favor. Of course, he didn't even look at me. To him, I like a curse or calamity that ruined his life.

'Whoops, thank goodness i didn't fall down. My first task is complete.'

I bent my knees and bowed my head slightly towards the priest to show my courtesy and breathed a sigh of relief. The priest nodded his head indifferently and began to recite a prayer of blessing.

"All things in this world praise you, my god, Hershan. Today, I bless these two beautiful people who will build a happy and warm family in the arms of our god at this time. . . . ."

Well. . . . I don't think I'll be able to create a happy or warm future with this man. In this situation, what i know about this man is that he hates me and will slash my neck someday. So it's extremely unclear whether we are able to obtain a happy life or a warm family in the future together. But there is no way for me to deny or avoid this situation beforehand.

When I opened my eyes, I was already in this woman body, who was about to get married in a week. How absurd the possession was is.

* * *

The misery doesn't come alone. That's what happened on that day.

"Soo-na! I told you don't do this!"

"Yes? This is senior Yeong-eun's. . ."

"I'm sorry, Manager. Soo-na's still not good working with Excel. Let's me fix that again."

Ahn Yeong-eun, had done all kinds of bad things to me just because she was my senior who starts working in this company one years earlier than me, and she always blamed me for all the mistakes she done.

Manager Park, who printed out the messy Excel table, gave me a harsh look and nagged me for a long time before going back to his office. I looked at Yeong-eun with a bewildered expression, but she just sat down on her seat as if nothing happened, without even looking at me.

[How long will the fox Ahn Yeong-eun would live like that?]

[i don't know.]

[Ugh. . . .she been causing a scene early in the morning. Choi soo-na, cheer up!]

My coworker friend cheer me up through via messenger, but it didn't give me much strength. Maybe it's because I saw her with Yeong-eun buy a coffee together at the end of lunchtime earlier. I was in a bad mood, but i just thought this common thing as my unlucky day, and I deserved it.

Today was Friday, I had a date with my boyfriend after working. But it wasn't until I got a message from my boyfriend to cancel our date.

[Baby, i got a weekend shift today so i had to working overtime today too. I'm sorry, i'll see you next week and buy something delicious for you.]

Aside from not being able to meet him all weekend, I was upset to hear that my boyfriend had been suffering from overtime work recently. He had to work even on the weekend day.

However if i hadn't stopped by XX Mall, which should be our date place today, I wouldn't have seen my boyfriend holding hands with another woman. . . .I stared blankly at their backs as they moved away, and only after they had completely disappeared from my sight, I took out my phone and texted him.

[You said, you had to working over time today. So the woman i saw walking with you and holding hands together must be you boss? Both of you seemed really working so hard. Just work more harder until all your limb are broken! Don't contact me again in the future!]

Even I witnessed my boyfriend cheating on me with my own eyes, strangely, i didn't feel my hands were shaking or feel like crying. Actually, I wasn't even mad. Perhaps because i was expecting this breakup.

'Because he was too much for me. . . .'

He is a sincere man who grew up in a well family and working at a great fairly large company. He is a good-looking man, moderately tall, kind, and educated. Unlike me, who lives in a poor family and has been trying so hard not to show that I have no money, he is a man's comfortable even in a simple lifestyle. l was so grateful that such a man treats me kindly, but at the same time, I can't stop the thought of 'how long will our relationship last?' And that 'last of our relationship' is today.

'This weekend i will receive my salary, I'm going to check out all the bunch of novels I put in my cart.'

Just thinking about that, it made me feel a little better. I used to love reading romantic fantasy novels before going to bed, but if I didn't have enough money to open the latest chapters of the novel i read, I have to wait for a free one a day. But then I realized that I could pay a few novel books on my cart with my salary this weekend and meeting those imaginary man on the books. I think that my steps back home became more lighter.

However, I mistakenly thought that was the end of my unlucky day.

"What are you doing now? Hurry up, you bitch!"

"Uh? Brother?"

My older brother was waiting for me in front the door of my apartment next to the stairs in a shabby multi-family house. Before I could get close, i could smell a strong alcohol from my brother and my body got stiffened.

"Hey, give me all the money you have."

"What? do I have the money?"

"You have a card! get me some cash advance! they'll be here in a minute."

"Brother, are you gambling again. . . . !"

"Oh, fuck! You talking to much! who do you think you are to nagging me? You're alive today because of me."

My brother suddenly shouted, made my ears deaf for a moment, but I was more anxious about the residents in this housing would hear this or eavesdrop about this matter.

'This life saver's excuse will be hunt me until I die, isn't?'

Thirteen years ago, he had given me a bone marrow transplant when I suffering from leukemia, and he demanded always asking for my money. I don't know how many times I thought about it. I think it would be more comfortable if I had died without receiving my brother bone marrow transplant at that time.

It was getting even more worst today. Although I tend to forget all the bad things quickly. But this kind of situation that repeats over and over again makes me feel sick and tired of it.

I'm really sick of this!

". . . . I'm sick of this. Do you know how much money you borrow from me? And ask me to pay all your debts, pay them yourself!"

"What? You damn bitch!"

When my eyes were about filled with anger, my brother slapped my cheek so hard that i saw a flashes of light in front of my eyes and my ears were deaf, but more than that, I had a strange sensation that I felt like my body was floating in the air.

'Oh, there are stairs behind me, really. . . .'

The moment after that thought come to mind, it was not long before I felt a tremendous shock and excruciating pain on my body after my body rolling wildly down the stairs, I felt like I'd hit my head so hard on something.

That was my last memory as Choi soo-na a woman in her 20-something who was humble in Korea.

* * *

I felt like i had a long sleep. Then the consciousness slowly brightened and I realized that I wasn't dead. I open my eyes slowly wondering i was in the hospital, but I saw a stranger room that couldn't never be a hospital room.

'A Princess's room. . . .?'

The room looked like a Palace of Versailles that i seen it on the internet. More then that, I didn't feel any pain on my body, which should have been broken or at least badly bruised. No, I felt even more energized than usual.

'How? How long i have been passed out?'

I lifted my body up from the bed, and I felt a sense of weight. A thick of reddish-brown hair flowed down on my shoulders. My hair has been thinning since I'm suffering from leukemia and I haven't dyed it since. It's weird because i have a heathy hair in my hand and i become more dumbfounded when someone knocked the door.

"My Lady, it's me Sophia."

". . . .Sophia?"

"I will enter."

Then after that, the door of the room opened and a young woman with a slightly fierce appearance entered, carrying a copper wash basin on sort of tray. The clothes she wears were like a maid clothes that cosplayers often wear. No, that could really be a maid outfit.