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.
In the heart of a sumptuously adorned room, draped in opulent silks and adorned with gilded accents, lay a figure of serene beauty upon a vast, plush bed.
The chamber seemed to bask in an aura of luxury, with every detail meticulously crafted to exude an air of extravagance.
On the bed reclined a woman of ethereal grace, her complexion as pale as moonlight, lending her an otherworldly allure.
Strands of silver cascaded like liquid mercury, framing her delicate features in a shimmering halo.
She lay in perfect repose, an embodiment of tranquility amidst the grandeur of her surroundings.
As the soft glow of ambient light caressed her form, her chest rose and fell rhythmically with the steady cadence of slumber.
A tranquil hush enveloped the room, broken only by the faint whisper of silk against skin.
Then, like a gentle awakening of the dawn, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes of mesmerizing depth.