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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

"I don't quite understand how you plan to meet all those demands? And even if you do, what's the point of using someone like me as a model? I have no experience nor fame. I just don't see how this would profit you in any way..."

Emilin was genuinely curious at that point.

Mason was drowned in waves of questions, but he actually didn't mind for once.

This was because till now Emilin had yet to ask a question like 'Have you considered my feelings?' or statements completely rejecting the idea of modeling.

It seemed more like she wasn't quite confident in doing so, which they could work on later...

[There is a pattern here, signs of a procrastinator, but I guess we can talk about that later.]

"Then let's go now! If I show you what means we have, you should be able to agree right?"

Makeover Pt I: (Grace)