I am the real daughter of the Marquis's household, lost to them for years.
When they finally found me, my father promised that the household would treat me and the fake heiress equally.
But later, Father tried to give her my childhood betrothal.
Mother patiently taught her and secretly added a generous dowry for her.
My older brother acted fair to my face, but gave her all the good things in private.
And after I returned, the Marquis's daughter, who had been rumored since childhood to be plagued by bad luck, began to shine again and again.
While I, who had always been lucky, kept running into trouble.
Before long, I even died an unnatural death.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the day the Marquis's household found me.
Facing the excited members of the household, I unceremoniously drove them out:
"That's not me. I didn't do it. Don't make things up."
