There were moments, quiet and fleeting ones, when Beatrice would forget.
She would wake up in her lavish chambers, stretch her limbs beneath silk sheets, and for a brief second, she would think this was her life. That she had always been Beatrice Da Ville, the spoiled noblewoman with sharp wit and an unfortunate reputation.
But then it would hit her.
She wasn't Beatrice. Not really.
She was Bea Elisha Park, a college student majoring in creative writing. A funny, chronically online mess of a person who had spent most of her life buried in books and daydreams.
She had been normal.
Well, as normal as someone who wrote emotionally devastating stories for fun could be.
