Chapter 1

Zianna opened her eyes and gazed at the pink ceiling facing her. The room was too bright so she shielded her eyes away from the light. Slowly getting up, she realized that she was in an unfamilliar room. Pink room, pink ceiling, pink furnitures, pink dresses, all the pink was too much for her eyes that she squinted them once again.

She tried to grab her eye glasses out of habit, and realized that all of this was different and something was amiss. Closing her eyes and concentrating, all she could remember was that she fell asleep reading a book and now she's here.

She sighed and got up, preparing to go out and perhaps ask questions to people outside that could help her situation.

Walking through the door, she passed by a mirror and suddenly felt like something was not right. She walked back and faced the mirror. Her jaw dropped.

A girl about 7-8 years old is currently staring right through her. With mid-length black hair, astonishing purple eyes and snow-white skin.

Although her eyes aren't that good, she could still see that this isn't her body. Too young, and too beautiful to be her.

What happened to her?

Where is this place?

Who is she?

Countless questions are swimming through her head. Without her glasses, accompanied by the stress given by her situation, a drilling pain suddenly came to her, making her stumble and fall, letting out a groan of pain in the process.

Hearing the fall and Zia's groan of pain outside, the maids quickly knocked on her door repeatedly.

"Miss? Miss! Is everything alright?"

A panicked voice trembled, with worry and nervousness in their voice.

Zia wanted to answer but the pain brought by her fall made her groan in pain once again.

"Miss?! We're gonna break the door now. In the count of three. 1........2..........3!" The maids pulled out a set of keys and opened the door.

The maids forcibly opened the door, having the sight of Zianna at the floor looking all confused and fragile. Their heart's ached for the young miss and her terrible predicament.

She just got out from a terrifying fever and now she's on the floor looking so weak and bleak.

They immediately helped her sat up and tidied the clutter caused by her fall.

"Miss, do you need something else or do you have anymore orders?" A maid that looked like the head of the maids asked with her head bowed slightly.

"I don't need anything, thank you. But I do have some questions" Zianna stated.

The maids were shocked by her words. It's not just beacuse Zianna rarely says thank you, it's also because the way she speaks is so different. Her current way of speaking is so soothing and calm with hidden elegance and wiseness, on the other hand, her previous way of speaking is filled with impatience, unruliness and a shrillness that makes people cringe.

It's like as if their speaking with a whole new different person.

"What are the questions, Miss? As long as this servant knows the answer I would gladly answer it." The Head maid bowed her head in an angle.

"What's my name?" she inquired honestly.

"I-....You are.....

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