CHAPTER 1

The faint chirping of birds outside, along with the chattering of the workers in the early morning, slowly woke
the young miss from her slumber. Her nightgown ruffled against the sheets pulled up to her shoulders as she
tried to open up her eyes. The bright rays of the morning sun seeping through the spaces between the curtains
blinded her briefly, but soon enough her sight adjusted to the light.

A soft yawn escaped her lips, rubbing softly her closed eyes with one hand and helping herself off the bed with
the other."Good morning Milady, did you sleep well?" a gentle voice from the side greeted as soon as she sat on
the edge of the bed.

She smiled and she nodded at Marian who seemed to have been waiting for her for quite some time, near the
doors of her room,

"I did. Good morning, Marian" she slipped on the slippers waiting just below her feet and walked towards the
said female slowly.

The ribbon tying her hair slowly slipped off the tips with every step she took and finally, it fell on the floor and
her long wavy locks came undone, glowing in a color of fiery red under the faint rays of the bright sun.

Marian who had taken care of her since she was a child couldn't get accustomed by how breathtaking she
looked, even though she had just woken up.

"Let's get you ready for breakfast, Milady" Marian urged and lead her towards the door leading to the bathing
room.

A big white bathtub along with expensive looking bottles of what it seemed like shampoo, soap, and other
toiletries greeted her. Two other maids helped her take off her nightgown and get in the warm water inside the
bathtub and started cleaning up her. Careful with every touch on her smooth ivory skin.

Before long, she headed out wearing a white bathrobe with  Marian walking behind her as she headed towards
the dressing table just beside her bed, pulling out a small chair with a pink cushion stationed on top.

She accepted the offered help from Marian and settled down. Her eyes immediately flickered to the big mirror
on top of the table, having another look at her face, golden honey orbs, and long crimson-colored hair. She
stared at her own reflection as if it was never hers, to begin with; truth be told, it really wasn't.

It has been almost a month since it happened but she still wasn't used to seeing such a beautiful person every
time she looks at a mirror. In a daze, her hand traveled to her face, and her lips curved up into a subtle smile,
"Marian, please help me dry my hair" she requested.

Without protest, the older female nodded "Yes, Milady" excitedly taking a dry towel, and started gently wipe
the fabric against her wet locks.

All the while her own mind still lingered around the mystery as to why she came to this world. It never once
entered her mind that changing lives came as easy as changing from a pair of pajamas to an elegant off-shoulder
dress.

However, life had proven otherwise.

A month ago...
The soft rustling of papers being gently crumpled as she bumped shoulders from shoulders matched her steps,
hastily making her way to reach the Academy's stadium amidst the busy street she was currently trudging on.
Eyes in the muted color of honey kept a stoic and calm glow as she avoided meeting anyone's gaze.

She swiftly passed through every person in front of her until she reached the crossing area with the ground
painted with white and noticeable lines and two traffic lights stationed across each other to ensure the safety of
every student and citizen. Her tightly ponytailed ebony hair swayed side to side with every swift stride she took
and finally, she stood in front of the golden gates, the entrance to the esteemed Gregoire Academy. After a brief
scanning of her identification card, Loreign proceeded inside.

A 10-meter long walkway greeted every student walking towards the main building inside the prestigious
campus. Perfectly trimmed bushes lined up at the sides of the whole walk, some adorned by flowers in different
varieties and at the end of the path waited a fountain with a mermaid statue.

And finally, the main building that seemed like a mansion from a fairytale. The outside was painted white and
complemented by occasional lines in royal blue, the glass windows from the side were wide enough to see the
chairs lined up inside the parlors and waiting halls for the students.

Everything about the school was like a scene pulled out from a fairytale and screamed prestigious.

However, Loreign didn't care. She never bothered to take a good look at the school she's attending. She never
once took the time to walk along the path leisurely while holding her bag. It simply wasn't productive for
someone like her.

Instead, she hurried along to the quadrangle behind the buildings where the students are expected to gather,
taking an empty seat at the front and immediately started rereading the documents she had in her hand again.
Loreign wanted no errors when she submits the work she spent 3 weeks revising and revising until she could
finally deem it perfect.

Her eyes stayed on the pale piece of paper checking each word in every sentence and the information she gave
to present that topic. A good 30 minutes passed by and the quadrangle slowly became filled with students sitting
with their own social groups, courses, and classes. She peeled her eyes away from the sheet of paper and started
looking around. The students were all in their own little groups and own little worlds, talking about things either
related to their studies or fashion which mostly applied to girls.

She remained alone, keeping to herself until the morning gathering came to an end. She didn't mind though. She
preferred her own company over the others who all seemed like they have all the time in the world to be smiling
like that.

"Money really does wonders on both adults and their kids" she sighed and made her way to the third building
where students in the Aristocrat Class are also in. There are 3 groups the students in Gregoire Academy are
divided, The Nobles, The Aristocrats, and The Scholars.

As it said so in their class name Nobles are royalties in their own countries, in other words, the princes and
princesses. The Aristocrats are the sons and daughters of big companies or influential families who are next in
line to inherit their family business. Lastly are the Scholars, they are students who aced the entrance exam and
passed the scholarship test and got sponsored by their selected people.

Loreign belonged to the Aristocrats, being the heiress to her father's growing Trading Business which is
supposed to be launching internationally if it weren't for her father getting sick.
That was her main problem. If she’s not ready to run the family business by the time he's gone, the whole
company will fall under the reign of her aunt.

'That man's dying'

Yes, that man. Not once did she ever called him father, and not once did he made her feel like his daughter. For
him, Loreign is simply a tool to replace him when he is gone and for Loreign he is simply the reason she came
to be. If anything, Loreign called hin President.

But never a father.

They were in a contract where he is the contractor and Loreign is a worker he had wrapped around his fingers.