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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

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

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

The moment Damien Frost walked into the ball, heads were already turning. He was a legend and he wasn’t exactly a familiar face in balls like the Dawson ball and yet he walked in looking so handsome, sexy and unbothered by the amount of heads that turned and people that stopped dancing. He just walked straight to the girl who was standing at the side looking somewhat lonely. His steps didn’t falter or stop until he got to her.And they all watched as he slowly tapped her shoulder and stretched out his hand. “May I have this dance?” He didn’t speak loudly but his words travelled to nearly every ear in the room.The music seemed to have paused and even stopped. More people stopped dancing and the entire ballroom seemed to hold its breath watching as Liora turned to him in both shock and surprise and then very shyly responded to him.“You may” and then put her hand into his outstretched palm. A few gasps echoed in the hall. Nobody seemed to be able to believe their eyes.What had

The night had settled by the time Liora returned to her apartment. She quickly washed up and then sat back at her table.The Dawson Ball had been a success. She had managed to change everything about the ball from her past life. She had even managed to make sure that people got a positive image of her and most importantly, she had taught both Leonard and Seraphina a lesson they both would never forget in their lives. She had also planted a seed of poison in everyone’s mind. She knew even the daughters and sons of the wealthy elite who weren’t at the ball would find out what happened and that was exactly what she had in mind. By the next morning, when the news and parasites are filled with those pictures; it would solidify what she had planned and had in mind. Her lips curved faintly, there was progress but she knew that she had to make more progress. She brought out her notebook where she had left it and flipped through the pages. She had managed to write down everything she reme