Re: The Villainess Does It With Class

I was now starting to question reality. After having to experience such hostility from someone I don't know, I stood there gaping like an idiot. The maids behind me looked unfazed as if what just transpired was an everyday thing.

Excuse me but, what just happened? Who was that? Wha-?

My eyes swiveled at the glittering piece of jewels which is strewn pathetically on the floor. I even felt my heart cracked for a bit after seeing it. Oh, my poor diamonds!

My aggrieved heart felt like crying. This was such a big diamond, how can he just break it off like that and treat it like garbage! Just imagining the price of this thing already makes me treat it like some national treasure. I even felt reluctant wearing this a while ago and he just went and did that!

My eyes looked in the direction where the white-haired man disappeared to, and grit my teeth. If I saw him again I would seriously give him a piece of my mind! How rude!

How did such a rude man come to my dream?

Clicking my tongue, I swoop down and picked up the ruined necklace and grasped it in my hands like some precious thing, and sighed.. I was looking at it with somber eyes, not noticing how the maids were looking at me with bewilderment.

I closed my hands tight and gasped when I felt like I was pricked by something sharp. My palms opened in response and saw that the sharp edge of the necklace pricked the flesh of my palm. It immediately drew blood which made me wonder how did I felt such realistic pain inside my dream.

I blinked once, staring at the scarlet drops in amazement.

"M-milady! Your hands are bleeding!" Screamed one maid beside me.

I looked at her and saw them all panicking. A ridiculous idea was already forming at the back of my head which I kept on denying. A thought that I might have really gotten sent to another world. No way right? That's impossible...

It just doesn't make sense, but looking at the blood flowing out from my palm and the stinging pain which felt very real, I don't even know what to think anymore.

I lost track of what happened after that. I just found myself back in the room I woke up in getting tended by unfamiliar faces of people. My palm was now wrapped in bandages. I find it funny how they all get so fussy by a simple prick wound.

Bandages? Really?

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My steak also arrived and looks scrumptious. My forgotten hunger went back that's why I started eating it. Trying to confirm my suspicions.

The steak was really good, it made my eyes water, and the suspicion grew even more. I still denied it. I cannot, for the life of me, accept the glaring fact.

Everything would go back to place after I sleep. This is all a dream, nothing more, nothing less. I'm not panicking at all, nope.

I was chanting that the whole day I'm holed up in my room, doing nothing but just daydream all day. Drinking tea, eating snacks, living the life. I was also trying every single dress the closet here has to offer. I got so exhausted after trying 5 dresses so I stopped and just stared at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Stretching out my body, I snuggled my soft silky pillows.

This is it. I'll wake up and I'll find myself back in my room. My mom would be shouting for me to wake up and I'll go to school as usual and probably meet Rose.

Ah, that b-tch. I'll give her an earful later. She literally tried to kill me yesterday, what the hell.

I opened my eyes and stared. Oh hell no...

I jolted up from the bed as quick as lightning and felt myself having a whiplash. I ignored it though and just roamed my eyes around the room. I wasn't back in my original room at all, I was still in the luxurious one from yesterday.

No no no no no...

Am I still dreaming? I'm still dreaming, right?

There's no way this is all real! No waaay!

I ran to the vanity mirror again and checked myself. I still look the same, sporting white hair, red eyes, and looking ridiculously beautiful.

No way...

I stood there, staring at the reflection in horror.

No waaay...

Everything flashed by me for the whole day after that. It was the same as yesterday. Getting pampered, eating delicious foods, and getting confused as hell.

Am I really dreaming? Why is it so long? What is happening?!

I'm not finding it funny anymore. I... I wanna go baaack! Even though my life back home feels empty but this, this is weird! I don't even know who's body is this!

No! This is a dream! A dream!

Erin, the maid who was always beside me, looked at me worriedly. She was fidgeting in her place like she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"What is it?" I asked, initiating her.

"You don't look fine milady, are you sick?" She inquired.

"I might be..." I replied, sighing. "In the head perhaps." Looking outside, I heaved another deep sigh.

Erin rushed forward, "Do you need me to call the doctor, Miss?"

I shook my head side to side and sighed even more.

"Everything will be fine, I hope..." I mumbled under my breath and stared at the setting sun.

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Okay. I am freaking out right now.

It's been a week since I've been waking up in the same room every single day. At first, I thought, huh, I'm dreaming...

So I said, let's do the most out of it! Live like a pampered princess! Everything will be gone once I woke up the next day anyway. That's what I kept telling myself.

The next day, I was still not back from my original body. Surprise!

Then I thought, oh no! This must be a very long dream!

Yeah, kept telling yourself that. Keep deluding yourself. I was having suspicions already, but I brushed it off, thinking that it was impossible.

So I spent the whole day holed up inside my room, afraid that I would meet the cold scary man from yesterday. I thought that it would all end the next day, but fate must be pulling tricks on me.

She must hate me!

I woke up, in the same room, again.

I sat there in the middle of the big bed screaming bloody murder, causing the whole mansion to fall into chaos. The maids who heard my scream immediately entered the room and examined me. I was aware that I was crying and probably looking ugly, with snot running down my nose but I didn't care! I couldn't care.

A lot of people entered my room when I was bawling my eyes off. A man, this body's father probably, was questioning everyone who attended me when I didn't answer him. I wasn't paying attention, even if they were hogging me with questions. I was just there, sobbing, and calling my mom.

The next day, when I woke up in the same room, I didn't say anything. I was calmer this time around, but inside, I was screaming my head off. I could not believe this was all happening.

How did this happen? Is this even possible? That's what I kept asking myself.

I stayed inside the room for the next few days. I couldn't even eat properly. My vigor from the first day was gone. I was aware I'm causing trouble for everyone, but I still can't wrap my head around it.

Some people kept checking up on me, but I didn't want to see any of them. I chased away all the maids in the room except for Erin and ordered her to lock the door and not let anyone in. Not even this body's father. They were all unfamiliar faces after all.

"Milady, you need to eat." A voice echoed from the side. It was from Erin.

My eyes glanced at her. I bit my lower lip, contemplating, before looking at her again with resolve.

"Erin. I need your help." I stated.

"What is it milady?" She answered.

I glanced at the locked door and gestured for her to come closer. She was hesitant at first but succumbed when she saw me looking at her with expectation.

"What's my name? My full name." I started.

I already have an inkling, giving that it was uttered a lot of times by some people, but I wanted to confirm it.

Erin looked at me, confused, but still answered for my sake.

"You are the young miss of Marquis Herman, Nadia Eleanor Herman, milady."

My eyes widened for a fraction. She just confirmed my suspicions.

I knew it!

I'm really Nadia? That same Nadia from the novel I read? That evil woman?

No wonder why they were so scared whenever they see me.

Just what kind of sick joke is this?