What do you think would happen when a mean and cranky bitch was suddenly thrown into a new world with no fault of her own? At least that is what she chose to believe. A new world where she would be dubbed as a “Villainess". The hardest to impress and scariest judge on the national talent search show, ‘The Dreamer’ had now transmigrated to an old historical world. One with no internet, no cell phone and worst of all no women's rights! A strong-willed woman who had an opinion about everything was now stuck in a land where her thoughts did not matter. Not only did she have to live her new life, adapting and mending her ways to survive in this world but also she had to do it in the body of a mere child? ------ "You think that by dropping me in this backward ass world, I'm going to approve of your work?" A young Yvonne yelled as she stared at the bright morning sky. "Dream on!" She flipped her middle finger and walked away with her head held high. The God watching her from high up in the sky almost puked blood when he saw her disrespectful actions. 'Looks like my punishment wasn't enough!' He growled causing the clouds to darken and thunder to rumble in the skies. ____ Years later, "Just be a good girl and follow everything he says. You will belong to him after all." Said the woman who sat by her side, gently caressing her hands. 'What did this lady just say? Hmph... Yvonne St. Claire belongs to no one!' Though her thoughts were rebellious, she still submissively nodded her head in agreement. 'Let's see who will belong to whom!' Yvonne lowered her head to hide the sparks of fury in her eyes. --- Come, witness Yvonne’s journey as she strives hard to dodge the obstacles that stand in her way of leading a normal and peaceful life. But will she be able to succeed when the heavens, particularly a certain God has different plans for her?
'One glance and I can tell that this is some kind of a study or an office that he uses to work in.' She deduced with a few simple clues that she had picked up from when she had entered the room.
"That is correct." He acknowledged her answer with a nod and then walked towards the couch which was near the tapestry.
Once Yvonne was placed on the couch, she did not sit down like she should have done.
Instead, she climbed onto the cushion and stared at the beautiful artwork which had been embroidered onto the cloth which was hung on the wall.
"Such delicate thread work… The accuracy is undeniable and the minute details given to the work makes this a great find!" She appraised the tapestry after analyzing it for a few moments.
Rutherford was about to reprimand her for standing on the couch but when he heard her words, he stopped glaring at her feet on the couch and looked up at her face.