Chapter 2

I followed the servant down the long hallway, heading toward what I assumed was the dining room.

The hallway itself was breathtaking. The walls were adorned with mesmerizing paintings, each framed in intricate gold. The floor was polished to perfection, reflecting the glow of the elegant chandeliers hanging above.

As I walked, something caught my eye—a large painting hanging in the center of the hallway. I stopped abruptly, my breath hitching.

It was a portrait of a family of four.

And there I was—standing in the center.

I took a step closer, my eyes scanning the other figures in the painting. A beautiful woman with warm eyes, a strong and dignified man, and a young boy with sharp features. Something about them felt… eerily familiar.

And then, like a slap to the face, it hit me.

"Wait, wait—aren't they the characters from the otome game Infinite Love?!" I whispered, staring wide-eyed at the painting.

My heart pounded as memories rushed back.

I knew these people.

Not because I had met them before, but because they were fictional. My friend had ranted about this game so much that I had finally decided to try it out. I had literally just selected it before I got hit by Truck-kun.

And now, I was here.

In the game.

As a side character.

A side character who dies at the very beginning.

Oh, great. Just fantastic.

"Lady Sylviane, we're getting late. We should go," the maid reminded me gently.

I turned to her, still dazed. She called me Sylviane.

Which meant…

I was Sylviane de Rosnay now.

I, Sylvia, had somehow turned into Sylviane de Rosnay, the forgettable side character who gets killed off almost immediately.

I gulped. I really needed a moment to process this.

"Uh… five minutes, please. I'll come," I told the maid, still staring at the painting.

She nodded but didn’t leave. Instead, she stood silently at the side, sneaking glances at me.

"Why is Lady Sylviane acting so weird today?" she probably wondered.

Yeah, well, if she transmigrated into a doomed character, she’d be acting weird too.

"My Lady, we really should go now," she said again.

I glanced at her, trying to remember her name. Right—Stella.

"Okay, okay, let's go," I sighed, reluctantly pulling myself away from the painting.

*few minutes later*

"You arrived, sweetie," a beautiful woman greeted me as soon as I stepped into the dining room.

She had soft, honey-colored eyes and a gentle smile. Her voice was warm and full of affection.

This was Isabeau de Rosnay—my mother. Or rather, Sylviane’s mother. In the game, she was known for being kind, caring, and the perfect noblewoman.

"We were waiting for you. Come, dear, let's have dinner," a deep voice said.

I turned my gaze toward the tall, imposing man sitting at the head of the table. His strong features and piercing gaze made him look intimidating, but there was warmth in his expression.

Raynaud de Rosnay.

Sylviane’s father. A respected noble, a powerful man, and—despite being middle-aged—still ridiculously handsome. Seriously, why did game characters always have to be so attractive?

Nodding awkwardly, I walked over and took a seat next to a young man who looked a little older than me.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

Sharp golden eyes, raven-black hair, and a quiet but powerful aura.

Oh.

Raphaël de Rosnay.

Sylviane’s older brother.

He was calm, intelligent, and absolutely ruthless—the kind of guy who could destroy someone with just a look. In the game, he was cold and distant, but also fiercely protective of the people he cared about.

I swallowed nervously. I really hoped I was included in that list.

As I picked up my fork, I could feel Raphaël’s gaze on me. He was watching me silently, but there was something… gentle about his eyes.

Weird.

I pushed the thought aside and focused on eating quietly while secretly observing them.

Because, let’s be real—this was a lot to take in.

A few hours ago, I was just a regular girl named Sylvia, heading home from work. Now, I was Sylviane de Rosnay, eating dinner with fictional characters who thought I was their daughter and sister.

And the worst part? I barely knew anything about them.

Well, except for the fact that they were game characters.

But that wasn’t exactly useful information when I was now living in the game.

I was still trying to figure out my next move when my mother suddenly spoke up, her voice hesitant.

"Dear, why are you so quiet? Is it because of Prince Silas?"

I blinked.

Who?

Silas?

Why did that name sound familiar?

I frowned, thinking hard.

And then—I remembered.

Silas was…...