After finishing her meal, Viella caught her reflection in the mirror and winced, touching her dry, peeling lips.
"Damn, I look horrible," she muttered.
She quickly washed up. She applied a thick layer of moisturizer, smoothing it over her skin with a sigh of relief. It was the only thing she truly loved about this world- well, apart from the food, of course.
As she stepped out into the hallway, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Every maid she passed lowered their head, eyes darting to the floor, avoiding her gaze They were clearly terrified after what had happened to the other maid.
Viella rolled her eyes, her heels clicking sharply against the marble.
Seriously. That wasn't even me, she thought.
But then, she stopped mid-stride. She went into deep thought.
If it wasn't me... then who was it? The original Viella? But how is that possible? She's dead...
