Rebirth: Love me Again

Chapter 188 The Schemes of Evil Queens and Missing Crowns

[bonus chapter for reaching 200ps! thank you all!]

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[sophie]

"this can't be happening, mother!" sophie shrieked, pacing the length of her lavishly decorated bedroom.

her heels clicked against the marble floor as her manicured hands tugged at her golden locks. "how could we be banned from hyun? what are we supposed to do now? i've already promised my classmates that i'd gift them dresses from hyun winter collection. they'll laugh at me if i don't deliver!"

sophie stopped abruptly, grabbing at her hair in frustration before letting out a piercing scream. "it's eve! it's that bitch's fault! the moment she met with hyun, our appointments were canceled! and then we're banned! i don't understand, mother—what influence does she have over with him? does she know him?"

sophia sat calmly in a silk armchair, her perfectly painted nails tapping against the rim of her porcelain teacup. she sighed, her features softening as she regarded her daughter's hysterics. "calm yourself, sophie. this is nothing we can't handle."

sophie whirled to face her. "handle?! christmas is just around the corner, mother! my reputation will be ruined! and i will be the laughing stock of everyone!"

sophia rose gracefully, crossing the room to pull her daughter into a soothing embrace. she stroked sophie's back gently, her touch deceptively tender. "don't worry, my darling. eve must have used her . . . feminine wiles to get what she wanted. a common girl like her would stoop to any level to achieve her ambitions." her voice took on a venomous edge. "if she thinks she can play dirty, she won't blame me for retaliating in kind."

sophie stilled in her mother's arms, her glossy eyes brimming with hope. "do you have a plan, mother? tell me what to do!"

sophia pulled back, her expression sharpening into something darker, more calculating. her lips curled into a cold smile that sent a shiver down sophie's spine. "oh, i have a plan, my dear. hyun thinks himself untouchable—a self-made designer who dares to forget his place. but he's nothing more than a commoner playing at greatness. it's time to remind him of where he truly belongs."

"what will you do?" sophie asked breathlessly, her desperation slowly morphing into eager anticipation.

laughter and music filled the air, blending with the warm glow of fairy lights strung across every corner. for most students, it was a time of joy, of celebration. for me? it was an obligation i couldn't wait to escape.

the only tether keeping me here was the cursed requirement to play cinderella's evil stepsister for our drama class final grade. once this performance is over . . . freedom!

navigating through the throng of students and guests, i tried to ignore the chatter and the faint aroma of festival treats wafting through the air. it was too crowded, too loud—everything i detested.

my eyes scanned the set as i approached, my costume bag slung over my shoulder.

when i arrived, the atmosphere was different. tense. off. my classmates bustled around, their movements frantic, their expressions laced with unease.

"what's going on?" i asked, catching sight of riri pacing near the props table.

she whipped her head toward me, her face pale with worry. "the main character hasn't shown up yet!"

"the main character?" i repeated, blinking. "you mean sophie?"

riri nodded, biting her lip. "yeah. the show starts in less than an hour, and she's nowhere to be found. she still needs to get into makeup and costume! everyone's freaking out."

i shrugged and hurried to my designated area to get ready. unlike cinderella, we evil stepsisters didn't require elaborate makeup or costumes. within minutes, i was in full character—a simple transformation that gave me plenty of time to absorb the growing chaos.

"did anyone call her?" i asked.

"we've called her a dozen times," riri groaned, running a hand through her hair. "no one's picking up! it's like she's disappeared. what are we supposed to do? without cinderella, how are we supposed to perform cinderella? this isn't a group project excuse kind of thing. if we don't perform, we fail. if we fail, there goes our grade!"