In the winter residence,
Irene's pov:
Molly's words made me overwhelmed and it really made me wonder, How come everyone can see through my strong font. Even though I am inside a novel the feelings I feel don't feel it scripted at all, instead, it feels real as if it's my own life without anyone's control over it.
How do I explain it...Does this life feel like my own?
It's not about Lily who was left alone or Irene who wasn't able to stand up for her family. It's about me and only me. Me who has now become Irene.
"Irene Irene!!??" Molly said as she waved her hands infront of me.
"Yes, what were you saying?" I asked her as I looked at her.
" Hah, you are still daydreaming...That must be a good thing." She said as she smiled.
"Hehe, I hope so," I said as I laughed awkwardly.
"Anyway, have you heard about the prince lately?"
She asked me with a serious face.
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