Fleur, my peaceful life in another world til I realized the main character could never satisfy me.

Kyaaaa…

Piercing golden eyes were the last thing I saw before my eyes opened and I’m staring at a.. fluffy pink ceiling. What happened to my white ceiling in my downtown Chicago apartment?? I remember drinking at a bar with coworkers after the sales quarter ended and we finally closed the deal that would’ve guaranteed us our bonus payout.

GAH.. I was so close to running into the nearest department store and copping a brand new purse. But wait, where am I.. I know I wouldn’t have gone home with anyone that uses a child’s bedroom set for their own use. I’m open minded, just not like that, gotta draw boundaries somewhere.

As I shift my gaze over to the nightstand there wasn’t my phone or even any power cords or even outlets. Did I stumble onto a movie set somehow, that would be a fun story to tell when I went into the office today… I don’t hear anything. It’s now almost too silent. I see the sun is up and very bright and it doesn’t look like movie magic. Oh my god. These windows look old and large, where am I really now as the anxiety starts to build up. Omg am I not Senna Tule, I finally glance at my hands and they’re oddly delicate and light and I see my hair, a vibrant red with black streaks. What the actual hell happened last night. This is not okay. I would’ve turned down drugs.. right?

I threw the blankets off of myself and run towards a floor length mirror in the corner of this pink room. Damn, this room is the size of my apartment. As I look into the mirror, I almost shout.

I’m GORGEOUS. Holy Shit, if this is a dream I would not want to wake up. I’m lightly tanned with piercing green eyes and long red hair down to my butt with streaks of black found all around. Even in my dreams I don’t have bangs, what great taste.

I hear a knock on the door, “Mademoiselle Estella, I’m here to help you get ready and I have your tea ready.”

Estella… estella.. where did I hear that name before… OMG my kid sister was telling me about a new overseas otome game called x_Fleur_x. Fuck, why did I shut her down when she was telling me about the plot. I feel like since I’m not Fleur, I might not be the main character.. so what if I’m just a side character in a game. Like that’s not a bad dream turned reality. I did the quick pinch to see if I was dreaming, and shit that also hurt and now my forearm is red.

“Mademmoiselle, I am opening this door,” said the voice with increasing irritation.

The door opened and a cute maid came in and said, “Good morning Mademoiselle Estella, your fiancé is coming by today so you need to get prepared.”

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

My what. Fiancé… Dating was such a chore in my life. It was just endless swipes and scrolling through profiles. I hated the contrite discussions, I wanted to cut to the chase and use them and lose them.

But now a fiancé, like cringing internally because I have 0 memories from this body I am in.

“So what is my fiancé like maid,” gah I feel so bad not being able to call her by her name but I don’t have any clue.

“Mademoiselle, I am not just a maid I was your nanny and the Count bestowed me a title of Baroness Sie just last week.”

AHHH thank you for telling me your name so I don’t have to dance around this,

“My apologies Baroness, but back to the point, my fiancé. What’s he like?”

“Marquis Silas Efphrim Di Lehan’s only son, Theodore Lozano Di Lehan, and the future heir to the land of Wessam, is nothing to forget Mademoiselle. He is a good natured nobleman who is gives generously to the church and pledges his loyalty to the king of Nohlan. He is a good match for you since this family has no legitimate male heirs. There is talk of the Count’s land being wrapped up as part of the dowry for your future heirs to inherit.”

Heirs, fucking children, I didn’t want to be a baby making machine. I wonder if it was possible for my birthcontrol to also transplant into this world to prevent that from happening.

“Thank you baroness, I will try my best to remember what you’ve said about the Marquis’s son.”

I am so bad with names, I couldn’t keep track of them outside of their phone numbers or profile names. It’s hard to associate a name when you never planned on keeping them around.  

The Baroness was able to get me dressed in no time a sat down to have some tea and cookies. This is a breakfast I could get used to, but I noticed that my body retained some muscle memory when it came to eating as the former Estella. I was graceful in picking up my teacup and biting small bites of the cookie before using a napkin. What age am I even, judging by my surroundings, I was young. I had to be young. This is a bedroom for a child. A noble child in a fairy tale, but still a young child. I can’t go forgetting my own age now can I…

“Baroness, what should we do for my birthday this year?”

“Mademoiselle, you just had your coming of age celebration 2 months ago. You should know it’s our tradition to not have birthdays til after your coming of age celebration, but first you are to wed.”

 “What how can I get married before I am of age?”

“It’ll be occurring at around the same time, what’s one or two weeks considering you will be married for the rest of your life.”

 My god, how actually barbaric, what is this world doing marrying off children. I spent way to much of my previous lie telling myself that age in story wasn’t that much of an issue.

“Baroness, I think I will tell my parents to wait until I am of age before I get married.”

“You may not want to get your hopes up.”

As I walk down stairs I realized that the household was in full swing preparing for something. Damn, we really have to go out for the Marquis, I am really not refined enough for what this afternoon will bring. I wonder if I can explore the rest of the grounds. I need to gather my thoughts about this.

Gah, I really am kicking myself for not remembering more, but what does my sister like again in dating games, I hope she wasn’t into the strange types like they can’t all be yanderes… or can they.. I think if I can just avoid death and carve out a peaceful life maybe that will be all that I need. That sounds like another common trope, I feel like I could go BINGO with everything I’ve seen thus far.

Out in the garden, I realize that this world appears to be a faux European historical like setting, there were plenty of signs of English influenced gardens but why does everyone have such a ridiculous name? Can we really blame it on translations? Do I even call myself Layne anymore? Will anyone even believe this ridiculous tale?