Samantha never believed in magic. In fact, she didn't believe in much of anything beyond what she could see and touch-work deadlines, buzzing phones, and the occasional overpriced latte from the corner café. To her, life was a routine, a blur of mundane tasks stacked one on top of the other. The idea of escaping into some whimsical fantasy world? That was something for the books she'd long stopped reading as a teenager. Yet, here she was, blinking into the soft glow of golden sunlight filtering through massive silk curtains, her fingers brushing against impossibly smooth sheets.
