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"𝐔𝐆𝐇." Lia sighed, heading home from work. "Fourteen patients in 24 hours." It was night, and the dark streets were illuminated by the moon above. It was a full moon tonight. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked, and her black hair, tie carelessly over her shoulder, bounced with every step.
Suddenly, she could hear the sound of a car's engines, becoming louder and louder. Why was it heading towards her, when she was on the pavement, not the streets? Why was the car going over the curb, and going full speed towards her?
Lia couldn't move, and even if she could, there was no way she could escape the large BMW. The last thing she saw, was her beloved mother's grinning face behind the wheel, and bright headlights beaming into her eyes, before she was hit and everything went dark.
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A blond haired girl in a white lace nightgown shifted a little on a huge, luxurious fourposter bed. A white silk sheet covered her body, and warm sunlight filtered in from the tall glass paned windows, casting a glow on the beautiful female's pale face.
The girl opened her eyes quickly, feeling the sheet, and sat up. "What in the..." This wasn't the hospital, and it most certainly wasn't her home, judging by the feminine wallpaper and expensive looking gold gildings. Not to mention how humongous this room was. She was rich as a doctor, but even her bedroom couldn't compare to this one.
She looked down at her body, and lifted up her hands. They were slender, and the nails were painted a bloody red. That wasn't right. Why would she paint her nails? That was useless in the ER.
There was a mirror framed in gold across from the bed she was lying on, and she looked at her reflection in wonder. Who was that beautiful girl, and where was Lia's old body?
Pale almost white blond hair, piercing blue eyes, milky skin and luxurious eyelashes which fluttered every time she blinked. Gorgeous red lips, which even without any lipstick, still seemed to be the color of a rose. She looked like a character from a novel she knew...
"Lady Eisenberg?" A gentle knock on the white wooden door. So her name was Eisenberg? It was probably a last name. And Lady? Just who's body had she possessed? But Eisenberg...once again, familiar. There was a novel she had read, called "The Rose", where all of these things had appeared in. Kings, Queens, Magic and nobility, titles and balls and parties. And in that book, the Eisenberg family....
"Yes, come in." Even her voice was different. It was much smoother, and soothing. It was deeper, and more melodic.
A maid? So then it was certain. Park Lia had died, and been reborn as the villainess Victoria Eisenberg, written to be executed for her tormentation of the heroine.
So "Victoria" tightened her fists on her lap, and looked back into the eyes of her reflection. If her memory was correct, there was an academy for young aristocrats and commoners alike, to become educated if talented enough, and qualified enough. Then, there was a way to be a doctor again, and live quietly by saving people. There was no way she would get executed, not while Park Lia's soul was in this girl's body.
