On my way to skip classes, I see my douchebag fiancèe talking with some girl around our age, in such a secluded garden in the vicinity. Also known as the place where I was going to hide from my lecturer.
How wonderful. In anger, I stomped towards their hauntingly beautiful, please note the sarcasm, tryst in such a conspicuous place as well. If you are going to discuss something with such discretion, might as well not do it in the home of your bride-to-be, is that not correct, Prince?
In true duke's daughter fashion, elegantly and vivaciously, I have tripped on a pebble, I think, and hit my head hard on a wall of some sort.
On 42nd Limonead, I woke up around the afternoon and started crying. Why? One, because my brain has disintegrated to something akin to ash by the amount of information being transferred.
And two, I realize I am Felicia Huella Damonte y Estefan, the daughter of Duke Damonte. Meaning, I might die.
I could say this is one cliché story. A college girl died and transmigrated into an otome game she once played. Unfortunately she becomes the villainess, and even worse she has an illness.
• I acknowledge that there might be some grammar mistakes in my first book, as English isn't my native language. I'm open to constructive feedback that would help me improve my writing skills^^
• The pictures and stories are exclusively mine.
• I wrote this book out of boredom. Update when I can.