Aizel was the diamond of high society — born to a pair of powerful, protective, and wildly wealthy parents who wrapped her world in silk and luxury. From her first steps to her lavish eighteenth birthday, Aizel never once lifted a finger. Every chore, every struggle, every inconvenience was kept far from her reach by an army of maids, chefs, drivers, and personal assistants. Life was polished, privileged, and, to her, perfectly normal.

That illusion shattered overnight.

When a ruthless conflict within her parents' company boardroom spiraled into sabotage and betrayal, the entire empire collapsed — dragging her parents with it. Unable to bear the ruin and disgrace, they set their legacy ablaze, perishing in a fire that consumed not only their corporate tower, but every ounce of security Aizel ever knew.

Left with nothing — no family, no fortune, no guidance — Aizel was thrust into a reality she was never built for. Her estate and assets were seized, and she narrowly escaped total ruin by pawning off a hidden diamond bracelet. With it, she managed to rent a run-down room in the city slums — a far cry from her former palace.

Now, Aizel stares down the cold, indifferent world with a bitter blend of grief and disbelief. Her hands blister from ironing clothes. She watches YouTube tutorials to learn how to make cup noodles. She argues with her broken vacuum cleaner and occasionally cries over spilled laundry detergent — but never in front of anyone. Her pride won't allow it.

Despite everything, she's not giving up.

One skill kept her afloat: driving. Aizel had always been obsessed with cars, from their mechanics to their personalities. She knew the sound of an engine like a musician knew a note. In a world that stripped her of everything, she clung to this one strength.

Determined to survive, she began searching for work as a chauffeur. But her short temper, snobby demeanor, and complete lack of social awareness quickly became obstacles. She failed interview after interview — until one day, she stumbled upon a mansion owned by a notoriously difficult business figure.

She passed the driving test with ease. Her hands may not know how to cook, but behind a steering wheel? She was magic.

Now, waiting in the backyard of that mansion — hair slightly singed from a curling iron accident and wearing the cleanest outfit she could manage — Aizel is about to face a new chapter. One that demands humility, hard work, and emotional growth... all the things she’s never had to learn.

But she's still on her high horse. And it's going to be a bumpy ride.