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.
Isaac's expression morphed into a mixture of surprise and amusement at Mila's unexpected maneuver, a hint of admiration shining in his azure eyes.
"Well played, Lady Evangeline," he remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "You certainly know how to keep things interesting."
Mila chuckled softly, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she met Isaac's gaze with a knowing smile. "Why thank you, Mr. Mitchell." she replied, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I do try to keep life from becoming too dull."
Mila swept her eyes over his face, a smile playing on her lips. "A small token of my appreciation seems to make you thirst for more. You should maintain your composure, Isaac; at least try to not show your desire for more."