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.
After mingling with the other guests for a good few minutes, Leon and Mila excused themselves from the group to get some fresh air from the attention that they got from the guests.
It was so exhausting that they immediately went to a corner of the ballroom where not everyone was going.
As they moved to the quieter corner of the ballroom, Mila let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the respite from the constant scrutiny and attention of the other guests.
Leon leaned against the wall, his expression thoughtful as he glanced around the room. "I didn't expect so much attention tonight," he remarked, running a hand through his hair.
Mila nodded in agreement, her gaze scanning the room for any familiar faces. "It seems everyone wanted to get a piece from us," she replied, her tone tinged with amusement.
"Oh, no. That's despicable," he said in disbelief.