Skye -
The journey back to the hotel felt surreal. I couldn't stop touching my face, running my fingers over the features that now mirrored Elizabeth's. It was an unnerving and disorienting experience, making me feel like I was dreaming.
I needed to confirm my transformation, and as soon as I entered the hotel, the rude old man at the front desk, who barely glanced up from his newspaper before, did a double-take. His eyes widened in surprise as I approached him, and he stared at me in awe.
Good, I wasn't dreaming then.
"Can I help you, beautiful miss?" He asked in a sweet voice, a stark contrast to the gruff manner he’d used with me before. His eyes scanned my face with an admiring gleam that made me feel highly uncomfortable.
"Are you looking for someone?" I hesitated, taken aback by
