Working at Daehan Group—a small tech startup still trying to find its footing—meant earning a pretty unimpressive salary for an office worker.
Which also meant I could never afford blankets this soft.

So why, exactly, am I currently tucked under something so plush and cozy I can't even bring myself to open my eyes?

Maybe I am dreaming. Or, maybe I died and this is heaven. A soft, expensive, K-drama bedroom kind of heaven.

I crack one eye open. And I'm met with a chandelier. A chandelier.

Above my bed.

I blink—once, then twice—trying to register the room around me.
It's spacious, almost absurdly so, with tall cream-colored walls and a faint scent of lavender hanging in the air.
The bed beneath me is the softest thing I've ever laid on, like sinking into a frigging cloud. 

I shut my eyes and sigh. And then it hits me. The bus, the webnovel, the car accident—it all comes rushing back at once, crashing into me like a wave. Suddenly, I can’t breathe. My chest tightens, my limbs feel heavy, and my vision clouds over with a thick, dizzying fog.

"Yoo Yuri, you ungrateful girl!" screeches a shrill voice, jerking me from my memories. I sit up, clutching the soft blankets as my vision cleared. "You dare defy me? One more word out of you and you're off to boarding school in America!" 

Those lines are strangely familiar, but I can't place where I'd heard them. A Kdrama? A book? Or maybe a precognative dream? I used to have lots of those when I was a kid. 

More importantly—

Where am I?

What kind of hospital doesn't have machines, doctors or nurses, and instead some lady screaming outside my room?

Then, a second voice speaks. "I'm sorry, Mother." 

"You'd better be. Give it here," says the voice from before. There’s shuffling, followed by footsteps retreating down the hallway. "Sera, are you awake?" 

I frown. Sera, as in...Yoo Sera? That's strangely ironic. 

"Sera? Did that girl do something again?" The door creaks open,and standing there is a woman straight out of a glossy magazine...Chin-length dark hair, flawless skin, a heart-shaped face...

"Yim Sang-hee?" I blurt out before I can stop myself.

Yim Sang-hee was Yoo Sera's biological mother, from Unwritten Rules. She was the wife of CEO Yoo Daehyun, who was both Sera and Yuri's biological father. But Sang-hee is a fictional character. This has to be some kind of joke. A hallucination.

But the woman’s eyes narrow. “Calling your mother by her first name now, are we?” she snaps. “Tch. Don’t tell me you’re starting to act like your useless sister.”

My mother?

Since when does my mom look like that?

My mom wears secondhand floral blouses and smells like herb shampoo and would never snap at me. Also—pretty sure I’ve always been an only child.

“What—” I start to say, but she cuts me off.

“Well, we wouldn't want you to be late,” she says, turning to leave. “That would damage the family’s reputation.”

“Late for what?” I ask, still trying to piece everything together.

She stops and looks horrified. “Your blind date with the heir to ShinhwaTech, what else? It took a lot of convincing for your father to get Chairman Kang to agree to this meeting. You better not back out now—you’ve been begging Dae-hyun to arrange this for years.”

ShinhwaTech. Chairman Kang. Dae-hyun. And the woman who looks exactly like Sang-hee.

No. There’s no way.

Am I…

in the webnovel?!!