Mila's life was perfect in every single way—she had a supportive family, wealth, and even a high stage of her career. However, all of this was shattered on a fateful day as her figure fell down from the stairs, died, and left this life behind. Still in a confused state, she wakes up in an unfamiliar place and later finds out she possesses a different body than she was used to. The appearance she now possessed might be that of a goddess compared to her own, but the life they lived had a significant difference: one was living a life of solace while the other was living in hell. Now that Mila possesses the body, she has to experience a life that is completely different from her own. In her previous world, she was wearing high-quality clothes; now she is wearing the rugged clothes of a laundry maid. Living in a world where cruelness is breaming on the majority under a kind facade, will Mila be able to adapt and survive in this harsh reality, or will she be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her? Warning: The cover is not mine. I got it from Pinterest.
Cedric nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable as he processed Mila's words. "I see," he murmured, his gaze lingering on his daughter for a moment longer.
"That's good to hear. You only got to attend one event, and you already made friends. I'm proud of you, Evie," Cedric Ventor stated with a hint of pride in his voice, though there was a hint of something else lurking beneath the surface. Mila couldn't quite decipher the true meaning behind her father's words, but she nodded politely nonetheless, offering him a grateful smile.
"Thank you, Father," she replied earnestly, her tone sincere. "I'm grateful for the opportunity to expand my social circle and make new acquaintances."