"If only I hadn't been so stupid back then."
Moira stood in front of the mirror in the guest room of the Quinn family mansion, staring at her reflection.
The clock on the wall read 7:00 a.m., and her neat cream blouse and tailored pants fit her slim body perfectly. She smiled slightly, feeling both proud and bitter as she reminisced about the past.
"If only I hadn't been deceived by the Dunne family," she muttered softly, sighing slowly. "Maybe now I would have a decent career."
The smile immediately disappeared when a sudden pain pierced her temples.
"Ah—" Moira closed her eyes and pressed her fingers against the side of her head reflexively. The world spun. Her legs buckled and her hands groped the air, searching for something to hold onto. "What is this?"
Voices came uninvited. S
