The Heroine's Best Friend

Prologue and Exposition

Purple eyes. Brown hair. Slender frame. Young.

Me. 

Well, not me. 

Let's recap. Briefly. 

I was killed by truck-kun and now I'm reincarnated in an Otome Game I played. 

"Uggggggggggggghhhhhh," I make very not ladylike disgusted noise at the mirror. 

Ok, I'm not above admitting I ate those kinds of isekai stories up. I read all of the manga and webtoons devoted to the subject. I lamented on scantalation sites that they couldn't translate them fast enough. That's right. I'm not Japanese. Since those stories are very popular in Japan, it's always a Japanese person reincarnated into a fantasy western society. Nope. I'm - was- an American. An American who was working on saving up money to visit Japan. And now I am in a fantasy western society. Western. Even that doesn't really describe it accurately to an American perspective. This isn't the wild wild west. This is Jane Austin romance novel European England. 

Tsk. Whatever. 

Having read my fair share of isekai stories, I am trying to determine the best course of action. In a cliche manner, I am fairly familiar with the world of this game. But, I don't know all the details. I liked the game. And played most of the routes. Most. Ok, that's a lie. I played two routes. But contrary to cliche, I did not get a meeting with God, Goddess, or Kami-sama. I didn't get a disembodied voice telling me some random nonsense or instructions. Nope. Truck-kun, then isekai time. 

I'm not going into details about how I woke up. Honestly, that chapter used to be the most boring. SKIP!

So that brings me to now. 

I fell down some stairs.... well not me.... fell down some stairs and was unconscious for four days. Feel free to imagine the cliche chaos. When I woke up, I lied and said I had amnesia. Stupid cliche world and stupid cliche parents, they bought it. They spent the next three months re-educating me. Luckily, having lived 28 years as a modern American woman, the standard education here didn't pose any problems. However, the etiquette and social standards I was completely lost.  I spent most of these three months playing catch up. My older brother - I have one of those now - wanted to keep me at home for a full year. But, because this is a game world, I have to start Hogwarts this year. Ok, it's not technically Hogwarts. It's the Alverest Magic Academy for the Rich Snobs. ( I added the rich snobs part) To be honest, I'm pretty damn excited about this at least. MAGIC! 

But who am I? 

I'm Lady Christine Eldergast. I'm the heroine's best friend. And the game is about to begin.