My room—or rather, Mia's room—was on the third floor, according to the grandpa-like butler. Oh right, his name is Hugo. Grandpa Hugo explained that the third floor was shared by me and Mike. The second and third brothers had their rooms upstairs on the fourth floor, while the eldest brother lived alone on the fifth. The ground floor had the living room, kitchen, and dining area, and the second floor was reserved for guest rooms.
All the maids and butlers lived in separate staff quarters behind the mansion. They only stayed in the main house during their shifts, so I wouldn't have to worry about anyone constantly watching me. Apparently, Mia didn't keep a personal maid because she couldn't stand having anyone enter her room. Only the chief maid was allowed to attend to her needs on rare occasions.
After thanking Grandpa Hugo with a polite nod, I turned toward the bedroom door. Slowly, almost nervously, I reached out and opened it—careful and quiet, as if afraid I might disturb someone.
Mia's room was big, beautiful, and strangely didn't scream for attention — it breathed. Unlike the rest of the house, which dazzled with glass, marble, and gold, this space was soft, quiet, and deeply personal.
The walls were a gentle ivory color with pretty edges. Sunlight came through tall windows with light curtains that moved in the breeze. There was a soft seat by the window, which might be her favorite spot where she could read or watch the rain fall on the garden below.
Her bed was big and cozy with soft sheets and blankets in light pink, cream, and soft purple. It wasn't fancy, just comfortable and safe. The kind of bed that could hold tears and dreams equally well.
One wall held shelves filled with books. Some were old, some were gifts, and some she had read many times. A green plant, perhaps a small lemon tree or a vine on the bedside table made the room feel alive. Above the bed frame, a lone frame displayed a pressed mulberry flower, maybe a keepsake from her childhood.
There was a writing desk in the corner, made of warm oak with a few pens, a leather-bound journal, and a lamp that gave off a soft golden glow.
Weird. How could a room like this belong to someone like Mia—fierce, dignified, and with such a twisted personality? Did I walk into the wrong room? But no, this had to be hers. It looked exactly like a girl's room, and Mia was the only girl in this family.
Still, I was pleasantly surprised. The room was beautiful, cozy, and filled with things I actually liked. It seemed Mia and I had the same taste, which was a relief. That meant I didn't have to change anything that might blow my cover. Thank goodness.
I lay down on the large, soft bed, a small smile on my lips. As I closed my eyes, I started imagining my new life from this moment on. Hopefully, things will turn out well. I kept planning in my head, not realizing that I had already drifted off to sleep—completely worn out from today's emotional rollercoaster.
***
It was already the next morning when I finally woke up. Oh my goodness—I had slept for fifteen whole hours without taking a bath or even changing my clothes! Horrified, I jumped out of bed and rushed straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
After I finished, I stepped out wrapped only in a towel, completely forgetting to bring a change of clothes. I opened the closet—and my blue eyes nearly popped out.
What is this?! Almost all of Mia's clothes had holes in them. I mean, they were so revealing I couldn't even look at them properly. Everything was either too tight, too short, or just way too sexy to wear outside. Her color choices also left me speechless—black, deep red, dark emerald, and silver. Not a single pastel or soft shade in sight. How on earth did she walk around dressed like this?
After searching through the closet in disbelief, I finally found one decent outfit—a red gown with thin shoulder straps. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do for now. Looks like I'll need to go shopping for proper clothes this afternoon. As for the rest of these outfits? I'll be tossing them far, far away—completely out of sight!
I finally went downstairs after spending way too long putting on a simple face of makeup. Apparently, this insane Mia used makeup like war paint. All the shades in her collection were dark and bold. Even her perfumes were strong and intense—rich, spicy scents without a trace of sweetness. Just like her personality, I guess.
In the huge living room, there was no one in sight. Strange. Where is everyone? Not even a maid or butler around.
Suddenly, from the corner—probably the kitchen—a middle-aged woman in a maid uniform appeared. She bowed politely, placing one hand over her heart. "Good morning, Miss. I apologize for not realizing you were already awake. Are you hungry? Would you like to have your breakfast now?" she asked gently, her polite smile never leaving her pale face.
"Yes, please. I'm a bit hungry. I didn't eat anything last night," I replied, then looked around curiously. "Where is everyone else? My brothers?"
"Sir Martin and Sir Mike have already left for work. Only Sir Matteo is at home today," she answered calmly.
"Matteo? My second brother? Where is he?" I asked, my heart starting to beat faster. I wasn't ready to meet another unknown brother—especially after the trauma of facing Mikael.
The maid responded kindly, as if used to answering questions like these. "He went out for his usual morning exercise. He's already had his breakfast."
"Oh… okay," I said, quietly sighing in relief.
I ate my luxurious breakfast with real enthusiasm. I was so hungry, it felt like I hadn't eaten in days. There were fluffy Soufflé pancakes infused with Madagascar vanilla bean, served with warm passionfruit curd and a dollop of Chantilly cream. Delicate French pastries sat beautifully on a tiered stand, decorated with candied violets and fresh raspberries. And to top it off, a rich hot chocolate made from Valrhona cocoa and whole milk, with homemade marshmallows melting on top.
Everything looked so fancy and elegant—exactly what you'd expect from the breakfast of a billionaire's young miss. Well, technically not me… but Mia Isabella.
"Um… I'm sorry," I said cautiously when my eyes met the middle-aged maid. "It looks like I lost my memory from the accident. Can you tell me your name?"
"Oh, I heard about that from Sir Hugo," she replied with a kind smile. "My name is Mary Anne Silver. You used to call me Aunty Mary. Don't worry, Miss. We'll do our best to help you recover your memory. If there's anything you're curious about, feel free to ask. We'll answer honestly."
"Okay, Aunty Mary. Actually, I do have one question. Mike already told me about the first, second, and third brothers' jobs… but he didn't mention his own."
"Oh, the fourth young master?" she said, her eyes lighting up with pride. "He's an aeronautical engineer. Last year, he even started his own company developing aircraft and spacecraft. That's why he's been so busy managing things lately. You might not see him around much these days."
I nearly choked on my half-eaten pancake.
What?! If we're twins, that means he's the same age as me—twenty-three! And he already owns a company?! Meanwhile, I was thirty in my past life and still unemployed, barely making ends meet with part-time jobs. How is this even fair?
Suddenly, my appetite vanished. I guess I really need to figure out what I can do from now on… I don't want anyone looking down on me later.
After finishing my breakfast, I decided to take a walk around the house to get familiar with the place. Aunty Mary mentioned that behind the mansion there was a private garden, a greenhouse, and even a man-made waterfall built into the rocks. That immediately piqued my interest.
I followed a stone walkway lined with fresh flowers and neatly trimmed grass. The morning air smelled of jasmine and roses—so clean and refreshing it made me want to breathe in deeply. Along the way, I passed a few maids and butlers. They only nodded politely before continuing with their tasks.
Eventually, I reached the end of the broad pathway, which opened into a wide area covered in grass and trees. From a distance, I could see a greenhouse surrounded by tall trees, almost like a mini forest. The stone path stretched all the way to its entrance.
Curious, I kept walking, admiring the scenery until I stopped just a few steps in front of the glass greenhouse. It looked like something straight out of a romance novel—like one of those mysterious gardens where the heroine accidentally wanders in and meets the male lead.
Just as I got lost in that daydream, a sudden sound snapped me back to reality—thudding footsteps, fast and heavy, coming straight from the trees. My heart jumped.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It sounded like a large animal. A four-legged one. Running fast.
My eyes widened in shock as a huge black horse came charging toward me at full speed.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed, throwing up my hands in front of me, bracing for impact.
"NEIGHHHHHHH!"
The horse let out a loud whinny as it skidded to a halt—just inches away.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Nothing happened.
I slowly cracked one eye open.
There it was. The horse—tall, strong, and majestic—standing completely still in front of me. Somehow, it had managed to stop just in time. My whole body relaxed, and I collapsed backward onto the stone walkway.
"Ouch!" I hissed. My butt hit the ground hard. That was going to leave a bruise.
And then, a voice.
"Mia Isabella. Seems like you actually survived that car accident. Congratulations, dear sister."
The voice was smooth like velvet, but laced with sarcasm and mockery that made it impossible to ignore. It echoed softly through the quiet trees.