The Woman From Hell

Still with my head in the clouds, I looked at the number on my wristband.

18...

The numbers came into view.

Lips pursed, I looked at Nibel who was smiling brightly on the stage

A stream of light fell upon me, and I became the object of envy for everyone.

I only came back to my senses when Don signaled me to go up.

This was exactly what I wanted.

I was going to take this opportunity to get a good look at Nibel.

"Hello, beautiful lady." He did not look like he had met me before and was gentle and polite. He was quite different from the Nibel I had in my memory.

I was stunned and felt the palm of my hands heat up all of a sudden. Nibel grabbed my hand and was leading me to the center.

A woman dressed in a white skirt came forth with a sample. Her face had also appeared in my mind before.

How could I remember everything so clearly if it had been a dream? I was even able to match faces.

"Congratulations."

so very fair. They were skinny,

round of applause sounded below. I looked up and met Nibel's depthless blue

high heels, and I was about to fall over. The sample in my hand was suspended in the air along with me. However, I

the audience, Don quickly caught the sample deftly before letting out

thanked Nibel and hurried down the

After that, everyone started

also sharing the sample he got with other people enthusiastically while I was sitting at

"Hello, beautiful lady."

lost my grip on the fork in my

smiled. "Am I so terrifying that you suffered such a fright upon

focused on him. Who he was now

again, beautiful lady?" Nibel sounded

back to my senses and apologized. "I'm sorry, I just thought I'd met you

God's will?" Nibel raised

and replied, "I don't really understand

sure it was. I'm happy to be able to see Such a

He

glass

understood what he was

grabbed