Every New Year’s Eve we whisper our wishes and hope with all our heart that they’ll come true. I didn’t hold back either—I asked for a bright, not-boring life and a real handsome prince. And it’s as if someone up there decided to grant my request instantly—only, it seems, they got something mixed up. Whether the gods also know how to celebrate, or whether it was my New Year costume that mattered, I woke up in a different world, in someone else’s body, with new acquaintances—and along with them, I got a whole cartload of troubles. Crowds of brides dreaming of becoming queen ambush me in dark corridors, while the previous owner of my body grumbles right inside my head and teaches me how to be a Proper Prince. Only I’m a girl, and my interests are completely different. How will all this end? We’ll find out soon.