A week passed.
Snow stared at her reflection in the flowing river.
"..."
The water moved gently, distorting the face looking back at her.
Freckles across her cheeks.
Black, slightly wavy hair falling messily to her shoulders.
Loose skin around her jaw.
A thin frame that clearly needed proper meals.
She looked… ordinary.
No.
Worse than ordinary.
Tired.
Even after seven days of waking up like this, she still hadn't gotten used to it.
Her entire life, she had been called beautiful.
Perfect.
A princess carved from snow and light.
She never denied it.
She never needed to.
Her beauty was a fact.
Now, when she looked at this face—
There was nothing majestic about it.
Just an ordinary girl.
"Snow! Where are you? Please hurry up! Clean out those plates! More customers are coming and Head Chef is screaming at me right now!"
Her shoulders stiffened.
"Coming!"
She quickly lifted a heavy pan stacked with wet plates.
