She had been in this world for a few months now. Sometimes, It was easy to think that these people were fictional. 

And yet,  she had a conversation with Beatriz- a young woman with friends, a family, a life of her own. 

If this world was fictional… why did everyone feel so real?

She felt anxious every time she faced this problem; it was as if her soul and mind were telling her to acknowledge that this was her new reality. 

It was an odd feeling. Yet, her father and mother are following plot lines in the story. 

She lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The ceiling, though modest, had been painted with small vines and flower petals. Some of the petals have faded over time, but they were still present. 

She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. She thought about the past few events that had occurred.

The novel described Count De La Guera as a naive count who sought Duke Esmeralda’s favor. Yet, Duke Esmeralda had no power over the ancestral home of Count De La Guerra.  Her father, Count De La Guerra, was kind and was only trying to keep the peace within his family. 

Was that not honorable?

Why would the book portray her father this way? His portrayal hadn’t even changed in the TV show.”

She had so many questions, especially about her place in the story. Her role wasn’t her own—it was to serve as a prop, a convenient reason for the two main characters to meet.

She wasn’t a person. She was a literary device.

Would she even be able to change the story when she didn’t even know her character? 

She opened her eyes and sat up. In all her efforts to understand this world, she had overlooked one thing—Anastasia De La Guerra herself.