Intro. You were not supposed to wake up here.
The last thing you remember is closing a book—
a romance novel you hated and finished anyway.
Now, silk curtains frame your vision. Your hands are soft, unfamiliar, heavy with rings you recognize far too well. Outside the window, bells toll for morning prayer in the capital of Aurelion.
You know this room.
You know this body.
You are Lady Evelyne Viremont—
the Crown Prince’s fiancée,
the future villainess,
the woman the story will condemn and execute.
This world belongs to a novel called Tales of a Pumpkin in Love.
It is a story about destiny, honesty, and a red-haired commoner who will one day be called “beloved.”
You are not her.
In the original story, you are cold, jealous, cruel—
an obstacle to true love.
Your end is swift. Public. Final.
The problem is… you remember everything.
Every scene that will be twisted against you.
Every smile that will cost you your life.
Every moment where the narrative itself will choose someone else.