Lavinia: The Duke's Daughter

Chapter II

I'm not a good girl, I admit. I never am and I never was. But, I'm definitely not that bad either to the point that will try to harm anyone. Yeah, sure I did curse someone to death, but never did I literally try to kill them. Duh.

I know I'm pretty mean, but I'm not a lunatic. Okay, sometimes I go crazy. But not crazy enough to commit a crime. The only crime that I ever did, perhaps, is to be born in the world, perfectly. I know, I'm absolutely guilty for that. But this is not the time to talk about that because this is a lot more serious situation to joke around, crazy bitch!

This is not a dream. It's way too real to be a dream. This is a nightmare!

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!!

Why can't I wake up in this seem to be unending dream?

Is this some sort of a punishment to me from above for being such a meanie?

Am I dying? Or worst...

Did I really die? Am I in the afterlife?

But why do I look so different from my old self?

There's a lot of questions running in my head, and I don't know where would I start to seek for an answer.

Dont tell me...? Oh my gosh!

A gasp escaped my mouth when an absurd thought crossed my mind. I haven't grasp the entire situation yet, and I hope what I'm thinking is wrong. I wouldn't say impossible, because look where it put me for not taking this seriously!

Okay! Don't panic. Breath in. Breath out. I have to act calm as much as possible.

I scan my eyes around the room and look for something that could help me identify the identity of this girl that unfortunately was now me. Yeah, yeah!

A luxurious and vintage room greeted my eyes. It resembles a modern Victorian style structures of a room, with a high ceiling that has a sumptuous chandelier at the center. A spacious room with decorative walls, glass windows with heavily draped ruby red curtains, and I even saw a door with a glass paneling that I think leads to a balcony.

The bed where I slept a while ago was a king-size canopy bed, an ivory solid wood frame with cream white satin damask fabric with velvet folds, placed with ruby red pillows and cushions on top of it. There's also a plump pale pink curtains adorned on each angle of the bedposts that touched with beautiful rose and leaf details. And under the bed there you saw a ruby red fluffy fabric carpeted the floor.

Taray.

She doesn't like red that much, huh?

But in all fairness, this room surely gives me a princess vibes. Magnificent!

Just looking at this room makes me think that the family living in this estate is a powerful family that you should never mess with or else you'll be in a big trouble. Ooh! So this girl is a big shot.

I continue scanning the room and there on the left side of the bed I saw a vanity mirror and a chest of drawers on each side of it. I walked towards the drawers, immediately opened it and found a notebook that I think is a journal or like a diary.

🌹Lavinia Margarette C. Zalían🌹

That was the name written at the first page of the journal so I guess that's the name of the owner and seemingly this body's name. It's quite familiar though, I think I heard that name somewhere but I can't pinpoint where and when.

It's like my mind was still on a state of processing all the peculiar things that's occuring to me. I struggled accepting the fact, but what other explanation would it be besides of me being transmigrated or some sort in this bizarre place. Whenever I tried to be more realist and think of a more adequate explanation it all came back to me cussing how f*cked up could I be!