Become an Antagonist Lady

Milla Seliya, a twenty-four-year-old girl who works as a staff accountant in a start-up company in Jakarta. She has been working there for about a year now. And her company is progressing quite well now.

"You are one of the longest-serving employees in the company, Milla. Your work is also good. How come the boss hasn't promoted you? Isn't that strange? Instead, he recruited a new person to be finance manager last month," whispers Milla's friend - Renata.

Milla stopped her hands on the keyboard before turning to Renata.

"Have you forgotten that yesterday's finance manager vacancy was only for bachelor's degree graduates? Meanwhile, i just have diploma degree. I'm feeling grateful just only I still can work here, Renata," Milla replied.

That's right. In theory, Milla, who is one of the longest-serving employees, should have gotten a little credit for fighting for the company since it was founded. Moreover, her work was great. Milla's personality is also quite good in the office. She rarely got into trouble even though it was not uncommon for her co-workers to hold small demonstrations. Understandably, the company was relatively new but its development was so rapid that sometimes the employees felt that this development was not followed by the company's efforts in the welfare of its employees. Even when it comes to salaries, some of them are still below the minimum wage even though the company has very high standards. As Milla and Renata discussed earlier, at least bachelor graduates are required.

The company still adheres to the main requirement, which is educational history. If it possible, Milla would like to continue her studies to bachelor, but what can be made, she failed to get a scholarship, so she took diploma only so that she could study while working, and be able to graduate soon. She doesn't come from a wealthy background. If she still wants to eat tomorrow, Milla has to work hard today. Her salary is only enough to cover her primary and some secondary needs. Saving money? Only if she gets overtime or outside service money.

"Tsk, Renata, it's like you don't know how Milla is. She's grateful for anything, not like us who complain about everything. Milla's relationship with the company is like a toxic relationship. Milla is always hurt but she remains loyal," Nada chimed in. Meanwhile, Milla just smiled for response.

"Uh, but seriously. I'm even suspicious that our boss has something to do with the new manager. Maybe she entered through fraudulent channels," said Renata.

"That's it. That's for sure. After all, it's considered normal nowadays to use insiders. Especially in a private institutions like ours," Nada said.

"Already, let it go. The point is she passed, right? That means it's her fortune," continued Milla, making her two friends shake their heads.

Milla is not a perfect and kind angel. She is just an ordinary human. It's just that she is relatively ignorant and lazy to take care of unnecessary things like this. Things that she thinks have no effect on her life at all.

"You can't keep giving in like this, Mila. Try to learn how to defend the rights you deserve! You deserve to be promoted. Instead, you're being usurped by the new kid," Renata suggested.

"That's right. You're the one who's too resigned. It's like if you knew you were going to die, you wouldn't care," Nada continued.

"Yeah, not like that either. But why would I think too much about something that doesn't even affect my life? I'm fine working in this position. The important thing is that I can still eat, I can have a normal life like everyone else. Who doesn't want to be rich? But that's okay, if you can afford this, just be grateful first. There will also be a time when we will be at the top," Milla replied.

Nada and Renata could only shake their heads in wonder.

"Well, that's it. I'm going to hand this over to our boss first!" said Milla while storing several sheets of paper she had just printed into a blue folder. After that, she got up and walked away. Leaving behind her two coworkers who were still engrossed in the conversation.

'Braakkk'

Milla gasped. It turned out that her novel was carried away. She didn't realize. Because she only had a folder with her.

Milla reached for her favorite novel. A translated fantasy romance novel titled "Lady Rania and The Prince". Milla smiled before putting the novel back in her desk drawer.

'Knock knock knock'

Milla knocked on the door of Mr. Hakim's office, her boss.

"Excuse me, Sir. I'm here to deliver the report you requested yesterday. Please check the contents," Milla said kindly.

Mr. Hakim looked through the files Milla handed over, before finally telling Milla to leave.

Arriving outside her boss office, Milla could only let out a long sigh.

"My work is always satisfactory, Mr. Boss. But when will I get promoted? Yes, I accept it gracefully. But there's nothing wrong with hoping, right? I also want to have a well-established life, get a monthly salary that's enough to eat for months, be respected by people. Ah yes, I'm still normal and want to feel the life of a wealthy person," Milla thought.

By now Milla had returned to her room. Milla stared at the novel in her hand, "when will my destiny change, like Lady Rania who was originally the daughter of a nobleman living in the border region, and ended up becoming the crown princess loved by all people?" Milla muttered.

Milla really liked the character of Rania. She felt that she and Rania had a lot in common. Well, although Rania was lucky enough to be born a noble princess and ended up marrying the crown prince, while Milla's destiny is still like this.

"I wish I could be reborn as Lady Rania, not this poor girl Milla," Milla began to fantasize.

"Milla, they said there's a package for you downstairs. But the CS is busy," said Nada after talking to her interlocutor on the phone.

Milla was silent for a moment. Remembering whether she had just ordered something or not. Out of curiosity, she decided to check downstairs. Who knows, it might be an important package.

Damn! The elevator was full. Milla was forced to return to the accountant's staff room via the emergency stairs.

However, on the way, she heard a commotion that made his feet reflexively go to there.

She saw two female employees arguing and grabbing each other. This was not the first time Milla had encountered something like this. Moreover, this office has many employees who come from outside the region. This led to frequent disputes due to differences in mindset and so on.

Seeing the quiet surroundings, it seemed impossible for Milla to ask for help from others. Even though the two girls were fighting in a quite dangerous place.

"Hey! It's dangerous!" screeched Milla as she walked quickly to break up the two employees.

With one hand still holding the novel, Milla had a hard time fighting back as she was forcibly pulled into the fight.

'Sreetttt...'

"Ahhh!" Milla screamed as she felt her body being thrown off the top of the building. At that moment, she fell from the eighth floor.

It seemed impossible that Milla would survive. She hugged her novel "Lady Rania and the Prince" tightly as she closed her eyes.

'If I die now, can I have a better destiny in the next life? I also want to be rich and respected like Lady Rania. I also want to be loved and cherished like her. So, may I-'

And everything happened so fast. Milla's body hit the ground very hard. It was certain that she would not survive the incident.

Milla, the poor girl died from falling off the building as she tried to break up a staff fight in her office.

Would this be the end of everything? After all the pain Milla had endured, was there no chance she could live the life of her dreams? Can't Milla Seliya get a second chance at happiness? Or will she one day be reborn as a girl with a better life?

***

Milla stretched her body, which felt incredibly sore. She remembered that she had fallen from a height. No wonder that her whole body felt sore and achy.

"Shh..." Milla grimaced. Besides the pain in her body, she also still had to adjust her eyes to the incoming light.

Slowly, the eyes opened. She looked up at the ceiling of her room. Wait! This is not her room!

Is this the hospital?

Milla held her head and arm. It hurt, but strangely there wasn't a single bandage on it. Her hand wasn't infused either. The more she looked, the more she realized. This wasn't a hospital either!

"Then where am I?" she wondered.

Milla tried to get up. She sat up holding her head. This room looked strange. Ancient, but luxurious. Maybe Milla could call it 'classic'. But whatever it was, it looked much better than her usual cramped room.

"Could this be a classic luxury hotel? But, who's going to pay the bills if I sleep here? Ah... damn it! My savings!" Milla was beginning to feel distraught. She clearly remembered that the amount in her account was not much. She wouldn't even be able to afford a single night in a hotel of this class.

When she heard the door open, Milla turned around alertly.

'Praangggg!'

A strangely dressed woman dropped the tray she was carrying while staring in shock at Milla.

'Oh my! Even the chambermaid is wearing a special uniform!' Milla's mind was getting anxious. She couldn't help but think of the many digits that would line up on her bill.

"Our Lady is awake!!! Duke, Duchess, Lady is awake!!!" The chambermaid scurried away. Disappearing into thin air, leaving a confused Milla behind.

But wait a minute! Lady? Duke? Duchess? What does that mean?

Milla looked down. Looking at the clothes she was wearing. Her eyes were perfectly round.

"Does this place also rent ancient royal-style clothes like this? So I'll have to pay the rental fee too? Oh my!" she muttered.

"My daughter!"

"Trisya, are you awake?!" A middle-aged woman rammed herself straight into Milla. Followed by an adult man with a flat expression behind her.

"Aw!" Milla winced. Her bones felt broken as the woman hugged her too tightly.

How could that woman just hug her like that? Even Milla felt like she didn't know her at all.

"Stop if you don't want our beloved daughter killed, my wife!" the man scolded.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I had no intention of hurting you. Are you blind? Call the physician now! My daughter must be examined!" the woman shouted.

The two servants who came with them immediately carried out the mistress's orders.

However, Milla realized one thing.

"Mother? Daughter? But, who are you?" Milla was confused. How could they claim to be Milla's parents, when Milla didn't even know any of them?

The couple looked frozen. Surprised by the simple question that had just come out of Milla's mouth.

"I'd better call the family physician by myself!" broke off the man as he walked away with wide strides.

Milla stared at the man in confusion. Until the sound of crying broke her reverie.

"Wait, Madam! Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Milla was confused. She was afraid people would misunderstand her crying.

"Madam? You even call me Madam? What did I do to you, Dear?" the woman sobbed. She was Duchess Amara De Lovatta.

From her name alone it was clear that she was a noble of the country she lived in.

"Then-"

"What happened here- Trisya? Are you awake?"

"Huh?"

Milla's head felt like it was about to burst. It was the waiter who called her Lady. Then the couple who said Milla was their daughter. And now, what did this man call her? Trisya?

'Trisya? Wait a minute!' Milla felt familiar with the name.

"You mean, Trisya Aurila Lovatta?" Milla asked.

"I knew you would remember your own name. You're still my daughter," Duchess Amara gushed.

Milla's heart felt like it was about to burst. Why did people recognize her as Trisya? Wasn't Trisya the antagonist of her favorite novel, "Lady Rania and the Crown Prince"?

Milla looked around the room. After careful examination, she finally realized that every corner of this room was exactly like the depiction of Trisya Aurila Lovatta's room. The character she hated the most in her favorite novel.

Milla grimaced while holding her head, before she finally lost consciousness.

"Trisya!!!" That was all Milla could hear before she lost consciousness completely.

*

Milla took a walk by a lake. A beautiful lake, exactly what she imagined Crown Prince Terry's favorite place to be in the novel "Lady Rania and the Crown Prince".

"You know, Milla, this is where I first met with Prince Terry."

Milla gasped. She looked back, and found the real Trisya Aurila Lovatta standing behind her.

Milla breathed a sigh of relief. It was true. She was not Trisya. The real Trisya was here now. That means Milla is not Trisya. She is not the evil character that ended tragically.

Trisya chuckled, as if she could read Milla's mind.

"If you're happy because you think you're not me, then it's a shame you have to be disappointed, Milla. In the future, you will take my place. Righting all wrongs until justice is served in this country. And most importantly, my parents and brother. Only you can fix their destiny," Trisya explained.

Milla squealed in incomprehension. "What exactly are you saying?"

"From now on, you must live as Trisya Aurila Lovatta!"

"What? I don't want to. And I never will," Milla refused. Milla remembered exactly how the story ended. A tragic death at the hands of her fiancé? Seriously?!

"There's no way out for you. You must finish this story with a better ending, if you want to return to your world," Trisya said.

"But why-"

"Because you were meant to be Lady Trisya, not me! My soul was thrown away into a time I should never have entered. I had to be born as Trisya because of you. And now, because I failed to get a good ending, therefore you are returned to your true destiny," Trisya cut in with such passion.

Milla was reminded of Trisya's character in the novel. She could intimidate anyone, except Prince Terry. And that's exactly how Milla felt right now.

"Hmm... but- but-"

"Our time is up. Get up! Repair all the damage I've done if you want to return to your home world!"

After that, Milla could feel a strong pull that threw her into a strange portal.

Milla opened her eyes. And again, she was back in the place she had seen earlier with the real Trisya.

"My daughter, you've finally regained consciousness," Duchess Amara gushed.

Milla looked at the people surrounding her one by one. She hesitated, but began to silently say their names one by one.

'Duchess Amara De Lovatta, mother of Trisya,'

'Duke Gerald De Lovatta, Trisya's father,'

'And over there, Darian Larry Lovatta, Trisya's elder brother.'

"What is it, Trisya? Is there something bothering you? You can recognize us, right, son?" asked Duchess Amara worriedly.

Milla swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

'One more. Me - from now, I am Trisya Aurila Lovatta. Yes. I will be Trisya from now on,' Trisya added silently.

Yes. Starting today, Milla must learn to accept her destiny. A new destiny that makes her the evil antagonist in a novel that she used to love so much.

'My task now is to create a new plot so that Trisya doesn't die silly at the hands of the person she loves. The first thing I had to do was to avoid the characters who would cause conflict with Trisya. Especially Prince Terry and Lady Rania. You must have a beautiful ending like in your dream, Milla. You've suffered a lot as Milla. And now it's time for you to be happy as Trisya Aurila Lovatta," she concluded.

*

It has been one week since Milla woke up as Trisya. She began to learn many things about the royal life in this country. Perhaps, in her old world Trisya's brain was fairly mediocre. But here she was admired by her maids and teachers for her intelligence.

"Did you see that? Our lady has changed a lot, huh?" Unintentionally, Trisya could hear the maid'sj words from behind the door that had not yet been completely closed.

"Is my change too obvious? Are they starting to suspect that I'm not their lady?" Trisya muttered as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

She did not expect Trisya to be this beautiful. As she remembered, in the novel Trisya was just an antagonist who was evil, stupid and always jealous all about Lady Rania. If Trisya is this beautiful, then what about the main character, Lady Rania who will become the empress later?

"Did you say something, Lady?" asked the maid who was doing her hair.

"Ah? No. I just feel something different about my self lately. What do you think, Layla?"

"As long as the change is good, I don't think it's a problem," replied Layla, the number one maid closest to Trisya. At a fairly young age, Layla was already the butler serving Trisya, replacing her aunt who had passed away three years ago.

Trisya looked up. She looked at Layla who was smiling at her. She remembered the original story of Layla and Trisya.

Layla was the daughter of a nobleman with the title of Baron who was abandoned after her father remarried. Later, Amara brought Layla who was stranded on the streets to the Lovatta family residence, at the request of her former butler named Lena who was also the sister of Layla's biological mother. She gave her a place to stay, and assigned her to accompany the lonely little Trisya.

Initially, Trisya was always indifferent to Layla. She also often looked down on Layla who was only the daughter of a Baron, while she was the Duke's daughter. But Layla's tenderness and sincerity slowly began to change her for the better. Moreover, the late Lena also always tried to bring her closer to the young girl.

"Yes. You are a very good person," Trisya said unconsciously.

"Excuse me, Lady?" Layla was confused.

"Ah, that's- that's it. Do you remember how old I am now, Layla?" asked Trisya.

"Did you forget, Lady? Two months ago you just had your seventeenth birthday," Layla replied.

Trisya tried to recall the plot of the novel. As she recalled, the problems started to come when Trisya was about to turn eighteen. She would have a new maid to take Layla's place, named Adriana. Adriana is the cousin of Lady Rania who decided to betray her family. And since then Adriana has been trying to turn Trisya into her weapon in destroying Lady Rania's family.

'Ah I also can't forget Trisya's first meeting with Prince Terry. The meeting that made Trisya crazy about the monster. No! Now this body is in my control. And I won't let you do anything stupid again, Trisya Aurila Lovatta,' Trisya monologued to herself.

Trisya then got up, heading towards her study table to the confusion of Layla.

"What's wrong, Lady? What-"

"It's okay, Layla. You can leave when you're done. I was just taking notes," Trisya interrupted.

Trisya felt that she needed to record the series of events she remembered in the novel. Although she didn't remember many things, but at least it could help her a little to avoid terrible destinies in the future. She also marked the names of people who could potentially get her into trouble.

"I need to be able to create my own path if I want to stay out of trouble. Yes. Let's create your own version of the story as Trisya who is kind and worthy of everyone's love!" Trisya muttered, trying to remain optimistic about her future.

"I have to get out of the plot of Lady Rania's novel. I will create my own story, making Trisya Aurila Lovatta the main character. My life and death are decided here. And I don't want to die tragically again in this lifetime. I'm the daughter of a Duke, the highest nobility in this country after the royal family. So, what can't I do with my family's wealth and power?"

***

Trisya sat by the window as her eyes wandered far ahead. The two maids who accompanied her were confused. They were still worried because a few days ago, Trisya looked like someone who was devastated. The two maids nudged each other, giving each other the code to ask Trisya.

"No- Lady, what- is there something bothering your mind?" asked one of the maids. Trisya turned her head and watched the maid carefully. In her heart, she regretted why the depiction of Trisya's maids in the novel was all the same, except for one person who was the head maid. If this is the case, how will Trisya greet her?

"That's... I..."

"Are you feeling ill? Does anything hurt?" asked the other maid in a worried tone.

"I just feel a little dizzy," Trisya replied at last.

"Oh, then I must excuse myself to make you some tea, Lady," the maid replied as she hurriedly exited Trisya's room.

Trisya let out a long sigh. She didn't know what to do now. She didn't even remember the plot details of the novel. Especially, if she had to look at it from the perspective of Trisya who was only the antagonist in the story.

"Why don't I just wake up as Rania? That way I don't have to worry about getting a tragic ending, right?" muttered Trisya.

"Yes, Lady?"

Trisya tapped her lips. She forgot that there was still one more person in this room besides her. Someone who wasn't supposed to know what was really happening to her.

"Did you hear me say something? I didn't seem to say anything," Trisya said.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Lady," said the maid.

Trisya focused her gaze forward again, until a fragment of the scene popped into her head. "Ah... that's it. When will Layla return here?"

"I heard that Layla will return this afternoon," the maid replied.

"Really?" Trisya was happy to hear that. Because the one person she could trust the most was Layla.

"Oh yeah, what's your name?"

"Me- me, Lady?" Trisya nodded.

"Jinni, Lady," the maid replied.

"All right, Jinni. You may go out now. I want to be alone until Layla returns," Trisya shooed her away.

"But, Lady, what if your head suddenly hurts again or-"

"I'm fine, Jinni. I just want to calm my mind. And order Layla to go to my room as soon as she gets here!" ordered Trisya.

Unable to defy lady's orders, Jinni finally excused herself. And moments later, one of the maid who had left first returned with a tray containing a cup of chrysanthemum tea.

"This is your drink, Lady. I have also instructed the others to call for a physician. Is there anything else you need?"

"What? A physician again? But I'm fine."

"Just now Lady said-"

"Cancel the summoning of the physician! I want to rest alone until the afternoon!"

"But-"

"This is an order!" said Trisya. After that, the maid could only nod resignedly before finally saying goodbye to Trisya.

And here Trisya was now. In a luxurious, sizable room filled with expensive classics. Trisya massaged the bridge of her painful nose, before finally taking a book from the drawer. Not to forget, she also took a beautiful feather pen.

"I should try to sort out the events that I remember. So that I can start to fix my own flow," Trisya said. Then, she started writing from the point where her story began. From her meeting with Prince Terry, to Adriana's entry into Duke Gerald's residence.

"If Trisya had passed her seventeenth birthday two months ago, that means the meeting with Prince Terry is getting closer. Ah damn it! I intended to have fun with this noble title and abundant money first before getting serious about the story," Trisya was upset.

"But anyway, how handsome is Prince Terry, that even this beautiful Trisya could be crazy about him? Aaargh, but he's still a dangerous person for you, Trisya. No matter what happens you won't fall in love with the man who killed you in your previous life, right?"

***

For the first time since awakening as a novel character, Milla - Trisya finally agreed to fulfill her father's call for dinner together. There was already Duke Gerald and Duchess Amara who greeted her cordially.

"Good evening, Mom, Dad," Trisya greeted. She had learned a lot about manners from Layla who had returned this afternoon.

"Good evening, my daughter. Sit down, let's eat together, I've missed eating with you," replied Duke Gerald.

"Oke, Dad," Trisya replied.

Trisya combed her eyes around the room. Several court ladies looked down in fear after her arrival. Not to mention, Trisya realized there was something missing in this room. "Father, Mother, where's Darian?"

"Are you looking for him? Do you have important business with him?" the Duchess asked quickly.

Trisya squealed in incomprehension. "There must be a clear reason for me to meet with my own brother, Mom?"

Instantly, everyone in the dining room looked at each other. Before the Duke finally ordered the maids to leave the three of them. Trisya increasingly felt that something was wrong. 'Have I done something wrong?

"Dad, is there something wrong with what I said earlier? Then, I-"

"Did Darian make trouble with you? He didn't upset you again, did he?" cut in.

"What?" shocked Trisya.

"Trisya, you are not fighting anymore, are you? Did Darian hurt you?" the Duchess continued.

"No, no, no. It's not like that, Dad, Mom," Trisya replied.

"So why are you suddenly looking for your brother, Trisya?"

"I- I'm just looking for him because he's not here," Trisya replied simply. This made the couple breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your brother Darian is on his way to the palace to pick up the Prince," Duke Gerald replied.

Ah... Trisya had almost forgotten that her brother was one of the king's confidants who was likely to be appointed as a royal minister in the future.

"Oh, the Prince is leaving tomorrow?" muttered Trisya.

"No, my daughter. I shouldn't say this now at least. But since it's good news, I thought it would be okay for you to know," said Duchess Amara.

Trisya immediately looked at her mother. Curious about what her mother called the 'good news'.

"The Prince will be visiting tomorrow morning," said Duchess Amara.

"Visiting where, Mom? Why are you calling it good news?" Trisya was confused.

"To our residence, of course. That's why your brother is picking him up now," Duke Gerald continued.

"Uhukkk" Trisya even choked on her own saliva in shock. And the Duchess immediately helped her drink to make Trisya feel better.

"The Prince will coming here? Wait! Whose prince and for what the purpose?" Trisya panicked.

"Prince Terry, of course. He's coming to see you," replied the Duchess.

"WHAT?!" Trisya unconsciously screamed in front of her parents. 'Prince Terry is coming? But, isn't my meeting with Prince Terry supposed to happen in a few months?' Trisya thought.

"Trisyaa, you don't look happy. You still like The Prince, don't you?"

"It- it... I... I just..."

"It's okay. Mommy understands. You must be so happy that you can't even describe it right now," said the Duchess, making Trisya gape even more.

Wait! Did she guess wrong? The meeting between Trisya and Prince Terry in the beginning of the novel was not their first meeting? Then what about Trisya's original words in the dream? Their meeting should have happened in the park beside the lake, right?

"Trisya, are you alright?" asked Duke Gerald who was worried about his daughter who suddenly looked gloomy.

"Oh, I'm fine, Daddy," replied Trisya who had just regained consciousness from her reverie.

"Then let's start dinner!"

After dinner, Trisya immediately said goodbye to her parents to return to her room. She was followed by Layla and some of her other maids. When she reached the front of the room, she turned her body to face the maids.

"Let Layla come in and help me get ready for bed. I want to go straight to rest after this," Trisya said.

"Yes, Lady," they replied in unison. After that, Layla accompanied Trisya into her room.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Lady? Is it related to Prince Terry?" Layla asked once they reached the room.

Trisya threw her body on the bed and her eyes looked straight at the ceiling. "Layla, do you remember when I first met the Prince, and what my attitude towards him was like?"

"It- it... it... I..." Layla looked doubtful. Making Trisya let out a long sigh as she seemed to understand why Layla seemed that difficult to answer her question.

"I must have had a very embarrassing attitude, huh?" guessed Trisya.

"N- no, Miss. It's just that your first meeting happened many years ago. When you were ten years old and I wasn't here yet. I only heard from the Duchess, that you was fascinated at that time and had asked to marry Lady. Then-"

"Ah... enough! I don't remember my behavior being that shameful back then," Trisya whined. If what Layla said was true, then where would Trisya put her face when she met Prince Terry tomorrow? Even as a child, Trisya had shown such a shameful sign of immorality, which Prince Terry would surely remember and be embarrassed by.

'It doesn't matter if he doesn't love me. But why must there be such a shameful memory that I'm only hearing about now? I thought our first meeting would be in the garden when the Prince saved Trisya from the villains. Turns out I was wrong. Long before that I had already humiliated myself. At this rate, there's nothing I can do to improve Trisya's image in the eyes of the entire kingdom, right?' Trisya regretted.

"Trisya, why have you been acting up so much since childhood? It's very troublesome." Trisya felt like crying.

"Lady, but I don't think what you said back then was anything to be ashamed of. After all, you're going to be a strong candidate to be Prince Terry's bride, right? So I don't think it's something to be ashamed of," Layla corrected.

"You have no idea how hurt my pride is, Layla. I don't think I want to see him tomorrow, if I'm allowed to."

"Of course you must entertain the Prince, Lady. The Prince has come to see you."

"Yes. And it must be because of royal orders, right? He and I are both forced to have a meeting tomorrow," Trisya complained.

"I'm sorry, but is Lady no longer interested in the Prince? Isn't-"

"Layla, please forget all your behavior with Prince in the past! Whatever I ever said about Prince Terry, get it out of your mind, Layla!" cut in Trisya while covering her face with a pillow.

Secretly, Layla chuckled at her lady behavior. However, wasn't this very strange? 'Although she and the Prince haven't met for a long time, but didn't she consider herself to be the Prince's bride-to-be? Doesn't that mean that she still likes him? But why all of a sudden-'

"Layla, you may go out now. And don't let anyone in. I want to contemplate my bad luck while trying to sleep," Trisya pleaded.

"Yes, Lady. In that case, I won't let you out. I'll stand guard in front of your room," Layla replied before completely exiting Nona's room.

Trisya's face turned red at the thought of how crazy little Trisya used to be. "Damn. She's the one acting up, why do I have to bear the consequences now?" Trisya felt annoyed.