Miss-not-so-sidekick

prologue

You don’t usually value your hair.

Now, let’s start the game.

“…..”

I stared at the mirror in front of my eyes, listening to the poor auditory hallucination.

The girl, who looked like she was in her late teens, was slowly blinking her brown eyes and observing her hair.

The shape that extends in all directions is very attractive.

I wonder if the spirit of riding a tricycle blew up a bomb on my hair while I was asleep.

It was so stretched from side to side that I thought I could defeat the king of animals with a mane fight.

Gosh, this girl’s sleeping habit.

When I was young, I remember tossing and turning my bed, looking at my messy hair and laughing at myself, saying, “Wow, this is a total magpie.’

And I had to dream that night that I would appear and hold my house dearly and say,’Don’t go!’

Oh, I shouldn’t have recalled it. I’m starting to get sad from the morning…

“Lady, you’re up…Oh, my God!”

As usual, the velvet nanny who came to check my mood is once again amazed by the unconventional free-hungry hair style that seems disliked to admit that my scalp is my home.

Yes, it’s amazing. I admit that my condition is worse today.

Did I do what I wanted yesterday?

“You must have been a little restless last night. You’ve been tossing and turning.”

“Uh…yeah.”

I knew it was a toss-up, but thank you for saying that anyway.

The nanny said she’d bring in Esula, and I nodded to her without saying anything.

Essula had the skill of tidying the hair of others as if she was hairdresser scissors in her previous life, and her skill is as great help to me as now! It’s very useful.

Let’s wash our face while we wait.

As I dipped my hands in the prepared wash water, I looked in the mirror again like it was a habit.

Because it’s morning, the bomb-haired girl with slightly swollen eyes is far away and stares at this side.

The pale-pigmented brown eyes and blonde hair that took months to get used to are natural, as if they were mine.

It’s new, but when I evaluate my face, my eyes are quite pretty. Her skin is also clean. Hair…let’s not talk about that!

The girl in the mirror with her eyes slightly drooping and cute, yet ugly-what! Wait! What!- The girl in the mirror is said to be the only girl of the Ectrie, whose full name is Latte Ectrie. She is 18 years old, 5.2in tall, and foot size 250mm.

It was who I was.

Is that a circle?

I owned it.

Kim Hae-jung, a 25-year-old lecturer at a junior high school, is now the only daughter of an aristocratic family, Latte Ectrie.

In addition, this was not only not in Korea, but even Earth, since this is the world of a novel.

I’m now in the novel, breathing, washing my face, eating, and cursing my beggarly hair with a character as my body.

And it’s already been 10 years.

My life…

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