Warm sunlight filtered in through the window, casting a golden glow across the elegant bedroom. A soft breeze drifted in, carrying the gentle scent of flowers and rustling the curtains. It brushed over the sleeping girl's face, stirring her hair slightly.
She slowly blinked her eyes open, her lashes fluttering as the brightness touched her. The first thing she saw was the beautiful ceiling above her intricately designed with elegant patterns and soft golden accents.
"Huh…?" she murmured.
Her body sank into the softness of the mattress. She sat up slowly, the plush sheets sliding off her shoulders. It was the most comfortable bed she had ever felt soft, warm, and luxurious. Confused, she glanced around.
The room was large. No, huge. The walls were painted a soft pink, decorated with delicate patterns and elegant gold trim. In front of her stood a giant flat-screen TV, and the furniture looked like something out of a royal mansion.
"Where… am I?" she whispered.
For a second, she thought she was still dreaming. Maybe this was just a beautiful dream, a break from the pain and darkness she had known before. With that thought, she lay back down, closing her eyes again.
But then click.
The door creaked open.
Two young maids entered the room. One had snow-white hair tied neatly in a bun and carried several sets of clothes in her arms dresses of every color and style. The other, with gentle gray hair and kind eyes, approached the bed with a smile.
"Good morning, Miss Aisha," she said warmly. "Are you awake?"
Aisha's eyes fluttered open again, startled by the unfamiliar voice.
"We've brought some outfits for you, Miss," the gray-haired maid continued, laying the dresses on a nearby chair. "Today is your eighth birthday, and we're here to help you get ready."
"Eighth… birthday?" Aisha repeated softly, dazed.
Nothing made sense.
Just a while ago, she had died.
And now… she was someone else?
Someone named Aisha.
In a world that looked nothing like her own.
"Where... where am I? Who are you?" Aisha asked, her voice trembling as she sat up in the enormous bed, confusion clouding her blue eyes.
The girl with soft gray hair stepped forward quickly, her expression filled with concern. "Miss Aisha, what's wrong? Don't you remember us? We are your personal maids. My name is Sakura, and she's Yuna," she said, pointing to the girl with white hair holding an armful of clothes. "You're at home, Miss Aisha."
Sakura gently touched Aisha's forehead. "No fever. But your behavior… it feels different today."
Aisha blinked, struggling to process everything. If I say I'm not Aisha, that I died… they won't believe me, she thought. So instead, she forced a small smile and muttered, "I'm just overthinking."
Sakura helped her out of bed. "Miss Aisha, your shower is ready. After your bath, we'll dress you up. Today is your eighth birthday."
Yuna added cheerfully, "This way, Miss Aisha," and opened a door that led to a bathroom.
Aisha froze. The bathroom was bigger than her entire house in her past life. A grand tub rested in the center, with silver fixtures and marble floors. It looked like a palace.
Sakura smiled. "Let's go, Miss Aisha. I'll help you bathe."
Aisha's cheeks flushed bright red. She had never felt this kind of embarrassment before. "N-No need! I'll bathe myself," she blurted out.
Yuna looked surprised. "Is something wrong? Did we do something to upset you? You never say this, Miss Aisha."
"I-I just feel like bathing alone today," Aisha said quickly and rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Both maids looked at each other, stunned by her unusual behavior.
Inside, Aisha stood still, her heart pounding. The bathroom was beautiful, with tall mirrors, elegant lighting, and golden trim. She slowly walked toward the mirror and gasped.
The reflection staring back at her was not the same girl she had known. Her eyes, once purple, were now a bright, clear blue. Her long hair had turned from white to jet black. Her body was different delicate, elegant… unfamiliar. She was dressed in a fine nightgown she had never seen before.
She reached out and touched her face. This… isn't me. This body isn't mine. She didn't know who this girl had been before but she remembered everything from her own past life.
Just a while ago… I died. So why am I here now?
She wasn't like other children. Her mind was mature, shaped by memories of a different life—a life filled with struggle, pain, and poverty. Now, everything around her felt foreign. This luxurious palace, the soft clothes, the elegant room… it was a world she had never known before. In her past life, she barely had enough to survive, let alone dream of a life like this. She didn't know how to act like a noble child, didn't understand the manners of the rich—but one thing was clear in her heart.
She had been given a second chance.
And this time, she wouldn't waste it.
After her shower, Aisha stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft towel. Both maids were already waiting patiently outside. Yuna greeted her with a warm smile and held up several dresses—each one a different color and style, flowing with elegance and detail.
Sakura stepped forward and held up a delicate blue and white dress, examining it carefully against Aisha. "Hmm… this one suits you perfectly, Miss Aisha," she said, her eyes sparkling. "It's a soft blue and white frock, perfect for a young lady like you."
Aisha hesitated for a moment but nodded. She allowed them to help her into the dress. The fabric felt smooth against her skin, and once she was fully dressed, she turned slightly to see her reflection in the mirror.
"You look beautiful… absolutely gorgeous, Miss Aisha," Sakura said sincerely.
Aisha blinked at her reflection, stunned. She had never worn anything like this before. In her past life, there was no space for beauty or luxury. But now, standing here in such fine clothes, it truly hit her
This was a new life.