If You Know, It’ll Hurt You—Don’t Ask

"You’re not even dating the younger duke of Macmildon, and yet you want to monopolize him all to yourself. How can you do that? That’s awful. Lady Elena, you’re really so selfish!"

It was an absurd question, and if anything, the selfish one was the woman who had been talking only about herself from earlier.

There was no need to be polite to someone like that, so Chloe ignored her and walked away.

The crying of the pink-haired woman clinging to her from behind, like a ghost wailing, was deeply unsettling.

*

A situation unfolded that she could hardly believe even with her own eyes.

In the mirror was that strange pink-haired woman from a few days ago,

and in front of her was the original Chloe Elena’s body, with its eyelids lowered.

Before she could even figure out what on earth was happening,

"Who are you?"

A straight gaze, a low and cold voice.

If words could physically hit people, it felt like she’d have taken dozens of blows.

Because of that, Chloe could not say a word.

But she couldn’t stay like this forever.

She had to say something and clear up the misunderstanding.

"..."

'I am Chloe!'

But even if she shouted that day after day from this pink-haired woman’s body,

no one would believe her.

Chloe quickly had to think.

A way to get through this insane reality.