Stretching as she yawned, Mia grinned sheepishly, slowly opening her eyes to greet the new day. Her night had been so splendid that she even dreamt of sharing a bed with the demi-god. How absurd of her. She knew very well that such a fantasy would remain just that, for centuries to come.

Pushing her daydreams aside, she gazed up at the ceiling for a moment, then all of a sudden, her eyes widened in sheer horror.

Where was she? How had her white ceiling transformed into grey? Moreover, her room had a faux plaster ceiling, not marble!

Swiftly, she sprang up and sat upright, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar...