The magnificent melody of the pipe organ spread as if drawing concentric circles.
On both sides of Virgin Road, guests dressed in fancy ceremonial robes were filling the seats, and the entire hall was filled with solemn dignity.
In terms of formality, it was perfect as befits a Duke’s wedding.
However, there was no joy or bustle like a wedding ceremony anywhere.

‘I think a funeral would be more appropriate.’

It really was.
Both the groom’s guests and the bride’s guests all had dark expressions.

‘Don’t make that faces.
No matter how uncomfortable you guys are, will I be the only one?’

Now she had to walk down the middle of this frozen ceremony hall and stand next to the man who would kill her.

“Now, Edith Rigelhoff, please enter.”

The priest, who may have come to officiate at a wedding or to attend a funeral mass, ordered her in a gloomy voice.
She practiced all day yesterday and simulated it in her head, but she couldn’t help but feel nervous.

She kicked the hem of her dress with her tiptoe and walked slowly forward, just as she practiced to prevent an accidental fall.
But the hem of her wedding dress was not a problem.
The chest… No, she knew her breasts were big and beautiful, but they were too exposed.

She tried it on for the first time today and thought something was missing that covered her chest.

‘No matter how voluptuous a dress is, isn’t it a bit like a dress like this on the wedding day?’

As if she wasn’t the only one who thought so, the gazes looking at her clearly contained negative emotions.
Dislike, contempt, disregard, or lust.

She walked beside her husband, the man who would slit her throat, cutting through the heavy air that she couldn’t even feel the crumbs of favor.
Of course he didn’t even look at her.
To him, she probably felt like a curse or punishment imposed on him.

‘Whoa, I didn’t fall anyway.
Clear stage 1.’

She bowed slightly to the blunt priest and let out a small sigh of relief.
The priest nodded his head nonchalantly and began to recite a blessing prayer.

“Everything in the world praises you, Creator Hershan.
Bless these two beautiful men and women who will form a happy and warm family in the arms of the Creator today…”

Hmm… She didn’t think she would ever be able to build a happy or warm future with this man.
In a situation where she knew that a man who hated her would slit her throat, it was extremely uncertain whether she would be able to obtain a ‘happy or warm’ or a ‘future’.
But on her part, there was no way to deny or avoid this situation in advance.

When she opened her eyes, she was possessing a new bride who was to be married in a week.
She didn’t know how crazy the process was.

* * *

Misfortune didn’t come alone.
That day was like that.

If she had only attacked one by one, things that would have been appropriately beaten, avoided, or calmed down, all rushed at her at once along the day.

“Suna! I told you not to do this!”

“Yes? This is senior Youngeun…”

“I’m sorry, chief.
Suna is still not good at working with Excel.
I will fix it again.”

Ahn Youngeun, who used to do all sorts of things with seniors just because she came in a year earlier, blamed her mistakes on her.
Manager Park, who had printed out a messy Excel table and waved it around, glared at her fiercely and nagged at me for a while before going back.
She looked at Youngeun with a bewildered expression, but she didn’t even look at her and sat down as if she was tired.

-Ahn Youngeun, how long will that fox live like that?

-Isn’t it me?

-Ugh… I’ve been cursing since morning, Suna.
Cheer up.

Her motive for joining the company was the money, but she didn’t earn much there.
It may be because she saw her going to buy coffee at the end of the lunch break with her arms crossed with Youngeun.
She was in a bad mood, but since it was so common, she thought it was just bad luck and she deserved it.

It was Friday, and she had a date with her boyfriend after work.
But it wasn’t until it was time for her to leave work that she received a message from her boyfriend to cancel her date.

-Darling~ I, overtime today, confirmed to work on the weekendㅠㅗㅠ I’m sorry.
See you next week.
I’ll buy you something delicious♡

Putting aside the fact that she couldn’t see him all weekend, she was upset to hear that her boyfriend, who had been constantly working overtime recently, had to work weekends.
It’s a pity to just go home.
Even if she hadn’t stopped by the XX Mall, which was their meeting place today, and even if she hadn’t seen her boyfriend walking hand in hand with another woman, she would have been able to end it with such concern…

She stared blankly at their backs moving away, and it was only after they completely disappeared that she took out my cell phone and sent a text message.

-You said you worked overtime, so do you know the woman you hang out with is my boss at work? The two of them seemed to be working really hard.
Bury the bones in the rectum.
Do not contact me in the future.

Strangely, even when she witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her with her own two eyes, she didn’t feel like her hands were shaking or she was about to cry.
In fact, she wasn’t even angry.
She must have been subconsciously anticipating this breakup.

‘Because he was too much for me…’

He was a sincere man who grew up in a well-to-do family and worked for a fairly large company.
He was likable, handsome, moderately tall, friendly, and cultured.
He was the kind of man who, unlike her, who struggles not to show off his lack of money and not to be discovered as a mediocre family, could feel composure in even the smallest lifestyle.

While she was grateful that such a man treated her kindly and even pretended to die at her words, she couldn’t shake the thought of ‘how long will this last?’.
And that “when” was only until today.

‘Money is tight.
This weekend, I’ll pay for the romance novel that I put in my cart and read them.’

Thinking like that made her feel a little better.
It was her pleasure to read romance fantasy novels before going to bed, but if she didn’t have enough pocket money, she had to wait and read one episode a day for free.

She did, but when she thought that she could pay for the few books in the cart by saving money not meeting with a man that betrayed her, her steps on the way back became light in an instant.
It was because of the misunderstanding that today’s bad things ended there.

“What are you doing now? Hurry up, you girl!”

“Uh? Brother?”

Her older brother was waiting for her at the door of her studio next to the steep stairs in a shabby multi-family house.
Before she even got close, the smell of alcohol wafted in and her body stiffened.

“Hey, give me all the money you have.”

“Wat? Where is my money?”

“You have a card! Get a cash advance and give it to me! I will call soon and send it to you.”

“Brother, gambling again…!”

“Oh, fuck, talk a lot! Who is it that you are alive so far, but are you nagging me?”

Her brother suddenly shouted and her ears were deafened, but she was more anxious about whether there was someone next door or if he was listening.

‘I’ll eat that lifesaver excuse until I die, right?’

13 years ago, he gave her a bone marrow transplant when she was suffering from leukemia, so her brother always proudly demanded money.
Rather, how many times had she thought that if she had just died without a bone marrow transplant, she would have been more comfortable.

Even more so today.
She tend to forget bad things quickly, but now she was fed up with this repetitive situation.

Do you know how much money you borrowed from me? Pay them back yourself!”

“What? You damn bitch!”

She thought his mad eyes were glistening, but her brother slapped her on the cheek.
Lights flashed in front of her eyes and her ears were deafened, but more than that, it felt like she was floating in midair.

‘Ah, there were stairs behind me, oh…’

The moment she thought about it, she felt a great shock and pain soon after.
It was as if she hit her head hard on something at the end of a noisy roll down the stairs.

That was my last memory as Soo-na Choi, a woman in her 20s who was humble in Korea.

* * *

It felt like sleeping for a while.
Consciousness gradually dawned and she realized that she was not dead.
She opened her eyes wondering if it was a hospital, and she saw a landscape that could never be a hospital.

‘Princess room…?’

It was a room similar to the Palace of Versailles she saw on the Internet.
Besides, there was no pain in her body that should have been broken or at least badly bruised.
No, she even felt that she was much more energetic than usual.

‘What? How long have I been unconscious?’

As she slumped up from the bed, her reddish-brown hair, rich enough to feel the weight of it, flowed down from my shoulders.
After suffering from leukemia, her hair thinned out, so she had never dyed her hair.
She was dumbfounded with her fine hair in her hand when someone knocked on the door.

“This is Sophia, my lady.”


“I will go in.”

Then the door opened and a young woman with a slightly frightened appearance entered, carrying a copper washbasin on a sort of tray.
The clothes she was wearing were like maid uniforms that cosplayers often wear.
No, that couldn’t have been a maid outfit.


Translator Note:

In a first moment I was not going to translate this novel but once I started reading it… My, you will love it!!

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