Episode 2

Carla also felt her hearing gradually fading until she faintly heard someone shouting her name.

She felt like her ears were plugged, and eventually, she heard nothing at all.

Darkness, silence, utter stillness.

......................

"Hahh... hahh... hahh!!"

Suddenly, Carla felt a great difficulty in breathing, startling her awake.

She sat upright in her bed, her chest feeling tight as she greedily inhaled air.

Cold sweat poured from her head, trickling down her forehead.

Carla felt excruciating pain all over her body. She had just been forced to drink a liquid that flowed down her throat.

It caused her pain, burning her chest and intestines, forcing her to endure agonizing pain with a body unable to move.

Carla's eyes darted around, trying to get her bearings.

"This is... my room?" Carla muttered, looking around. "What happened? I felt like I couldn't feel anything anymore!"

Carla reached for the desk calendar on the small table beside her bed.

"Huh?? Da... date and year from the past? A... am I back from the dead??" Carla's face lit up, and she immediately got out of bed.

She ran to her vanity.

"Huh??" she exclaimed, seeing her face like a clown. "I... I'm back... I'm back again!"

Carla looked at her body and face, and the date on the calendar. She had apparently been reborn a year in the past.

When Ivanka entered into a relationship with her and her uncle, Bastian.

She remembered Ivanka pushing her into the swimming pool and accusing her of trying to get Bastian's attention by throwing herself into the pool.

Remembering this, Carla smiled coldly, because Bastian had believed Ivanka's words at that time.

Now that she was back, she would never seek Bastian's attention again.

She would let Bastian and Ivanka have their relationship until they got married.

Now, being reborn, she would change her destiny, living her own life by staying away from Bastian.

"Goodness! My face really looks like a clown because I listened to that jerk Ivanka, making me a laughingstock for everyone!" Carla looked at her face, which wore excessive makeup.

Goodness! Carla also saw the model of clothing she was wearing.

So tacky and embarrassing, truly clownish.

"I have to change my appearance. Why was I so trusting of what that jerk Ivanka suggested back then? Ck! Ck! How pathetic I was."

Carla shook her head, looking at her embarrassing appearance.

Carla then wiped the makeup off her face completely, leaving no trace.

Carla's eyes did not blink as she looked at her face in the mirror, truly very beautiful, with skin as smooth as porcelain.

"I didn't pay much attention to my face before, behind that thick makeup, because I trusted Ivanka too much," Carla muttered to herself, looking at her face in the mirror.

"She said that for a girl to attract a man, she had to dress glamorously. It turns out she wanted to hide this beautiful face of mine, so Bastian wouldn't fall in love with me," Carla muttered, examining her clear white skin.

"Huh! This time... I won't be stupid anymore! I want to have fun enjoying my life, to hell with Bastian and that jerk Ivanka. Even if you want to make out in front of my eyes, I won't be jealous anymore. I don't want to die a second time," Carla muttered, smiling at her beautiful face in the mirror.