Chapter 143: Celebration (1)

As winter began to weave its frosty tendrils across the landscape, Ophelia found herself once again on the cusp of her birthday. The air grew crisper, and the landscape transformed, adorned with a delicate layer of glistening snow. The Lockhart estate in the capital, with its sprawling gardens and stately halls, embraced the winter season with quiet elegance.

This time of year had a unique significance for Ophelia. It marked not only the passing of another year but also the moment she had awoken in the unfamiliar body of the Lockhart Duchess. The memories of that fateful winter morning were etched into the fabric of her being, a stark reminder of the intricate dance between identities that defined her existence.