Elsa has worked magic. But then, she always does. I look like a goddess from one of the old stories; a goddess that descends to earth to help mortals.

I'm dressed in a flowing dress that shimmers, catching the light with every slightest movement I make. My eyes are lined in glittering black, and my lips look fuller thanks to the make-up carefully administered by Elsa.

I can't help staring at myself in the mirror.

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

"Like what you see?" she says with a grin. "I think I should stop working at a tech company and...