you could never forget that hair...you, being a second grade villainess in a novel regained her past life memories after almost dying...you've grown up to avoid the whole drama and you now live freely as the duchess of the east, except...you're invited to a mascarade ball in which you...hook up with someone....the man with silver hair...as beautiful as winter snow...and...you may or may not be pregnant now, not knowing who the father is, you continue...until another ball is held...and...you see him...he...could never recognize you...right? You...look like every other duchess here...?