"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

After tragically losing her mother on a car accident, Nerice Raine Tallulah finally decided to leave her old life behind and start a new one on her home country, the prestigious regal Bandarvia. Tired of her wretched father who was constantly trying to convince her in moving in with his other family, Raine made a wish aloud. And shockingly, shortly after that, a garbage bag was dumped on an abandoned roadside by a van not far from her house. But why would someone actually dump it on an abandoned roadside and not at the trashcan? With her curiosity and suspicion dominant than her reasoning, she discovered that it was actually a man—badly injured. Unknown of what to do, she took him in and nursed his needs, only to later on discovered that it was actually the Bandarvian Prince. He was assaulted by his uncle who had great desires of conquering his kingdom surreptitiously—shortly after the death of their king, and his idiotic minions had been foolish to think that he would die inside a plastic bag with his injuries and perhaps suffocation. Sadly, because of Raine’s curiosity, it had gotten her into a whole lot of trouble and complication. With her involvement to the prince’s assassination, her life was ridiculously changed forever.