Summary
Transported into the body of Sylvia Atlante, the so-called “ugly lady” of high society, I resolved to forge my own path. With wealth and health secured, I saw no need to beg for acceptance. But peace remained elusive. My family insisted, “You are still an Atlante.” Then came the suitors—each more persistent than the last. One claimed he wanted me, not my sister. Another warned I was bound to this form. A knight pledged his sword, while someone else vowed to never let me go. All I sought was solitude—why was that so hard to find?