Vista Ridge Mansions
"Yawn~~~" she stretched her arms, her eyes still groggy with sleep but still darted around, checking the room as if to make sure that everything was still right.
When she saw the familiar scene that she wasn't yet used to and all the sleepiness vanished replaced with a happy glint that turned mischievous the moment it dawned on her what was happening.
"Yipeee! Haha, this girl did it!" she exclaimed excitedly, pumping her small fists, a wide grin plastered on her face.
How could she not be so happy after everything that had happened?
It was the second most genuine smile she had put on her face ever since fainting.
She wasn't ignorant about how precarious her identity, position or status was.
Being a mistress was never an easy thing. No matter how thick-skinned you can be, at the end of the day, the fact that you are out there and someone else is publicly known and acknowledged as the official wife set the two people apart.
