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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!

Grace conjured up a concept while talking to Emilin.

Her eyes lit up, right when she got to work and the talking slowly dwindled as Grace needed her full attention on the matter at hand.

Unlike when she was simply cleaning Emilin's face and laying the foundations, something she could do with her eyes closed considering her experience, the projection and visualization part took a lot of concentration.

Emilin had already expressed to the makeup artist that she could simply do anything she liked to the best of her capabilities, Emilin wouldn't limit her options, she trusted the other's professional opinion.

Grace was also glad to work with someone who didn't limit her creative freedom because that would oftentimes lead to unnecessary conflicts.

She wasn't one to bend very easily. The right word would be stubborn.

Either way, when she got to work, she was like a tornado.

Didn't Recognise Pt I: (Barely recognise myself)