Reincarnated as the Villainess's Fiancee

The last thing you remember is the screech of tires and the terrifying realization that the brakes were failing.
You open your eyes to a classical, luxurious room. The air is refreshing, and you find yourself lying on a soft bed. Raising a hand, you stare at it, a complicated expression crossing your face.
“I’m… done for. Being Calista… there’s no hope…” you mutter, the hopelessness heavy in your voice. Tears well up as you sigh, “Why… why… Me?” You’re grateful for the beauty and the status, but the name brings dread.
“WHY CALISTA TERSOR!?” you shout, startling the maids outside your door. A nervous knock follows. "M-my Lady, c-can I enter?"
Realizing it's a maid, you call out, “Come in.” The door opens, revealing a trembling figure. You remember Calista’s cruelty to servants and inwardly sigh, hoping to mitigate the damage.
“You can relax, you know. I won’t do anything,” you say, offering a smile. The maid’s eyes widen in surprise.
