After a long day of navigating her new responsibilities, Iyana felt the tension slowly fade as she entered the cozy restaurant where she was meeting Leila. She had changed into a casual but elegant gown to match the atmosphere.
The warm aroma of grilled food and the hum of soft conversations enveloped her, and she spotted the pink-haired woman sitting at a table near the window.
Now that she had her memories back, the usual excitement of seeing her best friend bubbled to the surface, but it was shot down by the reminder that it was an imposter in the body of the actual Leila. Iyana wasn't sure how to feel about that.
It made her wonder, where did Leila's soul go if this transmigrator was possessing Leila's body? And why did it have to be Leila, of all people?
However, her questions were quieted down as soon as she approached closer and her eyes landed on a tiny bundle cradled in her arms—Leila's baby.
