Chapter 2: Death is her fate
Talk about things getting from bad to worse. The last thing Hazel, who was now Abrielle, remembered was being dropped at her apartment building by Lucian, and then he drove off.
She tried to get her memories together but her head was mushy. Yes, something popped into her head. She was shot by an anti-fan. Her luck was so fuck up.
"Your holiness, is everything okay, you look kind of pale?" The maid's brows were wrinkled, worried about Abrielle. Today has been a day her lady has been planning for ages and she looks sick.
Abrielle glanced at the maid, and then her eyes slowly darted around the room; she was still in this place. Abrielle closed her eyes and then started to chant. "Hazel, wake up from this dream. Your dear Lucian awaits you." She was mumbling with her hand pressing her head.
This had to be a dream that was the only possible explanation. The maid was confused and thought her lady was having a bad headache, so she hurried to the nearby desk to pour a glass of water from the porcelain jug.
"My holiness, you should have a cup of water. It would help with the headache." The maid offered to distract Abrielle, who was still having a hard time accepting reality.
Abrielle's eyes fluttered open and did not change. She brushed the maid's hand away in a fit of rage, causing the water to splash on her while the glass shattered on the floor.
"Oh, dear goddess. I am sorry, my lady; I will clean up the mess." The maid immediately apologized not thinking much about Abrielle's behaviour because her lady usually throws tantrums.
She squatted on the floor to pick up the glass shard, but everything fell from her hand when she heard the sound of skin striking against each other. There was a large red mark on her lady's milky skin. Her lady would never hurt herself.
Abrielle thought it was a dream, but after slapping herself, there was a burning sensation on her cheeks, but she was still there. She raised her hand to slap herself again, but luckily, the maid stopped her on time.
"Lady Abrielle what are you doing? You will ruin your face before your wedding. It will take a lot of make-up to cover this up." The maid exclaimed. Abrielle, that name made the lady clenched her fist. She stopped struggling with the maid and she wondered. Did she get transmigrated into her novel?