LOGINOutside, Mr Stanley rolled the car, came to a smooth stop and stepped out quickly, moving to open the door.Liora stepped out and the world seemed to pause.The lights caught her gown first, the deep blue fabric shimmering like a night sky kissed with starlight. Her hair and the soft look on her face was breathtaking. She had barely taken two steps when the front doors swung open and Seraphina and a horde of people crowded the front. Everyone froze immediately at the sight, even Seraphina herself was dumbfounded. The girl walking towards her looked absolutely elegant and beautiful, like the same girl she saw on her sixteenth birthday party, the first day she was first brought home. Someone immediately broke the silence. “Is that Liora?”“Oh my God she looks so pretty”“She should totally dress up more”“Isn’t that Liora Morgan?”“She looks… incredible.”“Was she always this beautiful?”“Her gown even looks better than Seraphina’s” Seraphina immediately clenched her fists ast her
The Dawson Ball was one of the biggest balls every socialite looked forward to. Children, daughters and sons of wealthy families always attended.It wasn’t your usual ball where people danced and just had fun, it was a battlefield where people competed in clothes, jewelry, and dances. Whoever had the biggest spotlight at a Dawson ball was going to be most popular, most recognized and that was what everyone fought for. Liora stood in front of her mirror, standing still as the stylist added final touches to her look. Penelope stood at the side, a huge smile on her lips as she watched. were added to her look. “You are smiling so hard,” she teased and Penelope grinned. “That’s because you look so good,” she replied, her smile getting even brighter. “It’s like the gown was made for you!” She added and Liora laughed.Penelope was right, the gown fit her like it had been made for her. It hugged her body in a way that nobody would believe that it wasn’t a custom dress.Deep midnight blue
By the next morning, Liora was feeling refreshed. She had taken her time to write down everything she remembered from her past life, everyone that hurt her, embarrassed her, took her for granted, she wasn’t going to let even one of them go, they were going to pay for what they did. Unlike before she didn’t rush to work. She worked around the kitchen trying to make breakfast for herself. Because of her overwork and neglecting herself in her past life, she had developed stomach issues that had to be managed with drugs and tasteless porridge but she wouldn’t choose that path now. By the time she arrived at the office, work was already in full mode. Everyone was still clearly surprised that she came late. She had left early the previous day and they had all concluded that maybe she had an external engagement, helping the group settle some issues. Penelope walked in moments after carrying a huge bag, “Miss Seraphina sent you this. One of the staff at the house came to deliver it persona
Liora didn’t think that she remembered what the city looked like at dusk. Her memory of the evening sun was at most hazy and fuzzy, Liora didn’t remember the last time she had noticed it.She relaxed into the backseat, her entire posture lazy and curious at the same time as she stared outside the window. The streets looked alive and busy, at its peak even. The traffic was slightly heavy, the cars moving at various paces, people crossing the cross walks and lining up the sides of the roads going home. In her last life, she couldn't afford this kind of luxury, if she wasn’t rushing through traffic, it was either hurrying somewhere or hurrying from somewhere.In her previous life, she had never gotten an experience like this. She had never left the office early. Leaving by 8pm was the earliest she had ever left the office. At this time, she would usually be buried under files, having meetings, fixing mistakes that were hers, reworking pitch decks and proposals, solving the small and
Liora sat in her office, going through the files as she tried to remember everything that had happened in her past life. She needed to be ready to take her revenge, to teach them a lesson. She walked out of the office at 4pm sharp, the same time the company closed; everyone stared at her in surprise.“That's the first time I've ever seen Department Head Morgan closing early,” someone whispered.“She must have an event to attend.”“I think so too.”Liora pretended not to hear them as she walked out of the office. She scrolled through her phone, a smug smile on her lips as she read the news about the crises of the Morgan Group. One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant,
Liora turned, feeling the soft cushions underneath her; she didn’t think hell had soft cushions or that heaven had soft cushions. She adjusted herself again, wondering why everything felt different, a sharp contrast to what she had imagined. Then she forced her eyes open; the light in the room made her blink twice before she finally adjusted to the room. The soft sheets, the familiar scent of cloves, and the purple painted walls and she sat up abruptly. It took one look around and she recognised it as her former apartment, the one she lived in before Leonard gifted her a new one.“This is… my old room?” she asked no one in particular.“Is this a dream?” she muttered as she looked around her room again. It felt too real; she scrambled off the bed, heart racing, as she paced around the room, her eyes catching the full-length mirror at the side and gasped. This was how she looked like 3 years ago. She scrambled around once more, finding her phone that was unfamiliar to her; she had chan





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