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.
Following the exchange of pleasantries and assurances between Prince Connor and Cedric Ventor, the prince's gaze returned to Mila, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes.
"Evangeline," he began softly, his voice carrying a note of seriousness. "I believe it would be wise for you to transfer to a new suite within the palace—one that offers enhanced security measures."
Mila's brows furrowed slightly in surprise at the sudden suggestion, but she quickly masked her reaction with a nod of understanding.
"Of course, Connor," she replied evenly, though her mind raced with questions about the necessity of such precautions.
Cedric Ventor, sensing Mila's hesitance, interjected with a reassuring smile. "I agree with His Highness's suggestion," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument.