I thought I'd wake up as the heroine. You know - soft lighting, a charming CEO fiancé, everyone magically obsessed with me. But nope. I opened my eyes... and I was the side chick. The one everyone hates. The one who gets dumped, dragged online, and discarded before Chapter 10. But here's the thing: I've seen this story before. And I refuse to play by the rules. I've got no system. No cheat codes. Just brains, beauty, and enough attitude to bring the plot to its knees. Watch me glow up, show up, and steal the spotlight - while the so-called main girl watches her script fall apart. This time? I'm not chasing the male lead. I'm making them chase me. Let the real story begin.

Inure: (v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful. An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed. ______ I tried on another, a red one this time. I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin. "This one too." I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?" "If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge. I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses." "I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" ______ Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!