I'm The Villainess Here. I Can Do What I Want!

Like being reincarnated!

"Thirty Thousand followers. . .Almost. Thirty. Thousand. Followers!"
I can taste it. The power of SnapTalk and HeadBook are on the tip of my fingers. I can practically taste my popularity rise. More and more praise will pile up on my feed. All I need is this one selfie and I'll go viral. Finally, everyone will know my name. Now all the Stacys will learn that I am-

"It's a girl!"

Ugh, my face! I could of sworn it shattered into a thousand pieces a minute ago. And the light. It's way too bright. I've been a shut-in for about my whole life. I'm practically dying. And why am I being lifted up? How? If the scale has anything to say about it, I'm literally qualified to be a sumo wrestler. Also, where's my phone? I need to check my current statue. Wait, wait. Did I even SEND my-

"Oh my. . .She's beautiful."

Oh I know beautiful, and I'm looking at him right now. There's this guy in front of me who's in scrubs. And everyone knows I love a man in uniform. His long purple hair (It's probably hair dye) and dark skin call out to me! I must touch his chiseled face now.

Again, why am I being lifted up?

"Congratulations, you've given birth to a healthy baby girl."

Huh. That's an interesting way of saying "Welcome to our humble hospital, you popular and novel celebrity you!"

"What will you name thy?"

Did this dude really just say 'thy'? . . .A theater geek! That's totes hot!

"Valentia. Valentia Leon Iz."

Let me get this straight. I'm currently being born. No, wait. I was born. Like just now. Am I actually dead and my beginning moments are replaying?

"Ah. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

But I don't think my mother tried naming me "Valentia". I would jump off our mansion's roof before she said it.

"Will my husband be here? I want him to see his daughter."

Also, why do my eyes sting? If this really is just a memory and I'm dead, shouldn't I be more. . .translucent? Don't tell me I'm melting down in front of Mr. Scrubs! Though, that doesn't sound right, either.

"I'm afraid not. He decided to stay overseas to have tea with the three nobles. Do forgive him, my Grace."

So if I'm not actually dead. . .

"Of course. Not even now, he. . ."

. . .and I'm in the present. . .

"No matter. I simply want to go home with my new blossom."

. . .then. . .I got reincarnated into a much prettier and celeb worthy girl! That's both freaky and awesome. Is that even an aesthetic?

Wait. Does that mean I'm now just an ugly baby who got dropped off by the stork?

"Of course, my Grace."

Ugh, this is too much. Why did I die when I was about to hit my Thirty-Thousand followers? Nobody's going to follow some reincarnated ugly stork baby! This whole situation is so unfortunate.

Jeez. Now I'm being carried away by Mr. Scrubs. But if I'm a newborn, I need to get clean, right? Which means my new heartthrob is going to wipe every inch of my body! Alright, maybe this isn't so bad. . .