Chapter 1
When it comes to my favourite reincarnation stories,the plot of death due to overwork has always baffled me.
I mean it's not people possible to die from overwork,take me for example;I work every day from 5am to 11pm at the best bank in Nigeria and I'm still standing.
"Young miss,wake up"
A voice muffled through my dream like a fleeting thought, guessing it was hannah, the old house help,I muffled my response "give me two minutes" as I snuggled closer to my pillow
"No young miss, I afraid you need to wake up now" the voice called choking and small
Grudgingly I opened my eyes only to see that my violet wallpaper has been changed to a loud shade of pink and my anime themed blanket change to a pink blanket ,the same shade as my new wallpaper. I rose up to confront Hannah about the unasked for decor change but atlas the person in front of me was nothing like my chubby,messy-haired housemaid instead the girl had medium brown eyes and brown hair packed into two pigtails. She stared at me like a could kill her at any moment
"S-sorry miss you must make haste ,the marquis made it quite known that he doesn't wish to be late " she stuttered,backing away from me like I was a venomous snake .I sat up on my bed and took in the decor of my surroundings.
The room was elegant and loud but desperately lacked to modern style so based on my experience in this field,I realised I am reincarnated
As who? I'll find out soon enough
How did I die? Based on my flogged up memory I died of...... Overwork.
I thought those midnight coffees I took were enough but unfortunately karma has a twisted sense of humour "hand me to the mirror um..."
"Polly" she said with an eerie smile that gave me goosebumps
Authors note:
Hi guys thanks for reading my story and following up on christiana's (don't worry there's a male leads and he is ..... Yeah)I go by KUMA and see you next week
