Chapter 1: A Boring Baby Life
Five days had passed since I’d been reincarnated, and I’d learned a lot during that time.
My first night, I’d gotten to meet my family. I’d thought my maids were cute, but seeing the insane levels of beauty among my family members, I began thinking my maids might have been merely average.
That wasn’t to say they weren’t still cute to me, though. They had an approachable cuteness, the kind that you’d expect from an idol group whose meet and greet you weren’t intimidated to attend. But my mother was so pretty, she had to rank among the top ten most beautiful people in the world. Her hair was this dazzling blonde that glittered wherever light fell upon it, and her eyes were a deep emerald green—so deep that it felt like you were being pulled in just by looking at them.
Don’t get me wrong—they weren’t creepy to look at or anything. It was such a deep dark green you couldn’t help but be captivated. Those almond eyes framed by long golden lashes definitely had double eyelids, and her nose was shapely and well-defined. She didn’t look at all like a mother of three. Even her lips were healthy and plump.
My father was incredibly beautiful as well—he’d fit right in with those pictures of Scandinavian models I’d sometimes seen while scrolling through social media; people would definitely have been raving about how handsome he looked. His platinum blond hair was slightly long, and the way his bangs were swept back was attractive in its own right.
Even though he was technically my dad, I still didn’t quite see him that way, so I couldn’t help but feel a little flustered whenever he picked me up—despite the fact that I was still a baby.
My brothers were absolute angels.I’ll accept no criticism. Chris was my eldest brother, at five years old, with platinum blond hair that wasso smooth and silky, and emerald green eyes the same as our mother’s. I guess you could say his beauty had a purity to it. It felt as though he always had a natural spotlight on him, though I couldn’t tell if it was just my eyes or my mind playing tricks on me.
“Wow, she’s so cute. I hope we get to play together soon.”
You’re the one who’s cute! thought the zero-years-old baby.
My second brot
