The daughter of our family's housekeeper is the heroine chosen by fate. Everyone who meets her is captivated by her presence.
People in our circle say she looks like a young lady, while no matter how I dress, I still look like a country bumpkin.
In my previous life, she stole the dress I had carefully designed and wore it to my birthday banquet, where she stole the show.
My fiance fell in love with her at first sight, and the two of them carried on a secret romance behind my back.
Jealous of her, I repeatedly tried to stop them from getting together.
In the end, my family went bankrupt, and I met a tragic end.
After living my life over, I returned to the day she stole my clothes.
I smiled. "Bring me the scissors. Cut this dress to shreds."
I am, after all, the wicked supporting female character.
My things are mine. Even if I throw them away, I will never let anyone else lay a finger on them.
