Sometimes you think that you are ready for anything and nothing can catch you by surprise. But then life finds a way to knock you off your feet and fight to get some air into your lungs. That’s exactly how I feel as I turn around, meaning to head to the competitors’ hall to meet Eros. But then, for the first time in that day, my eyes fall on a familiar face. One that I’ve been trying to find for the last couple of weeks.
I freeze in spot as I stare at Pandora’s changed physique. If it wasn’t for her scared gaze and the hate her grey eyes fill up with, as they meet mine, I wouldn’t know it was her. Her hair is the colour of terracotta and not light brown, like I remember it. Even her face doesn’t seem like her own, not with that much makeup on at least.
She bolts up from her chair,
