My name is Leyilin, as well as hundreds more Esztergard girls, and... i just don't. We're all gone. We are the shadows, the property of narcissistic rich heiresses, their most precarious handmaids and most devoted enemies. We look like them, wear their dresses, feel the same. But, unlike them, we always remember that all this is not real. Personally, I belong to the daughter of the first minister. And while my mistress chooses her prom outfit and prepares to head out through the worlds to Arnear, where she hopes to receive a marriage proposal from the local king, I'm trying to be as low profile as possible. Do you think this is a story of resentment and humiliation? No, this is a fairy tale about finding your own way, place in life... and probably about love.