Chapter ..2..

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Dira as she arched her back in pain, her hands shooting up to grasp her head. "Fuck!" she panted, her head felt as if it were pulsing out every single. She was barely able to force her eyes open, staring at a blurry ceiling through dried tears. An aching pain swelled her heart as she heaved dry tears. " I killed myself, but shit," she grimaced, "Could I have at least done it faster?"

The pulsing headache slowly shimmered as the girl rolled her head to the side, her arms spread out over her head. She huffed as she stared at the surroundings for the first since she opened her eyes. She wasn't surely expecting it. Was it the afterlife people who are dead call it 'Home'? If not then where was she? Many questions ran through her head making it ache more than before.

"Who am I?" Dira mumbled as she saw someone else in the mirror that was not her face or her body, she pinched herself on the cheek and the person seen in the mirror did the same. She cried from pain realizing that it was only her and no one else. Eyes as bright as jewels shining brightly under the moonlight, with a small yet sharp nose along with plump heart-shaped lips, hair hanging till her waist as clear as a starry night with a full moon, a type of face that she would have never imagined ever in her wild dreams. If put in simple words, she was more like a goddess of beauty and wisdom. A perfect woman for any man to wish for. A type of beauty anyone could die for.

Suddenly, a woman barged inside the room making her flinch in shock badly. At first, this new body now this new surrounding and the strangely rude woman above all.

"Why haven't you moved out of bed yet? Do you want to be late for the wedding too, lazy brat?"

"Hurry up, I want you downstairs in ten minutes, quick". The lady growled at this point making Dira shudder at her strict words.

Without wasting another second of her limited time she ran through her new room searching for her belongings to suit her taste in fashion through the closet, only finding some basic-looking dresses like floral gowns or some like one would wear when doing some farm work in old times in England. She picked out a lavender floral print dress out of the closet and dashed towards the bathroom to change into it.

After getting all ready she reached downstairs to meet up with the rude old lady and was good to go. She glances towards the lady curious about many things to ask but doesn't dare to ask. Walking for a while, they reached a small boutique and entered it. Before she could ask some girls grabbed her dragged her to the chair and started with their respective tasks to get her ready as a beautiful bride of the day.

Time slipped like sand in the hourglass, and Dira was now fully ready and ready to go to the church for her said wedding. A quiet knock abrupted on the door of the boutique's door.

" Oh! I think the Count is here to take his bride finally" said one of the workers.

She left to open the door for the said count and soon-to-be - husband of Dira.

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