Ria Zhang opened her eyes. A line appeared on her forehead. When did her ceiling became white? It was supposed to be pink. Her hand extended on her side, trying to grasp her eyeglasses. Huh?
She remembered it clearly. Before closing her eyes the other night, she removed her eyeglasses and put it near her pillow, on her left side. How come it wasn't there?
She turned her head to the side. Beige? The bed sheet was beige? She just changed it the other day to mint green. How come it became beige?
Ria rubbed her eyes as she continued to lay down on the bed. Yes, it must be. She needed her eyeglasses, asap. Her eyes roamed around the room. Woah, wait wait. Why was it that the room has a different interior from hers?
Butterflies flew in her stomach as her eye caught the small calendar at the bedside table. Normally, the words at a span of arm length was difficult for her to read. How come she can read this now?
Her brain started working. Was someone playing pranks on her? Why was the calendar was saying she was twenty years ahead of her supposed time?
She flicked her fingers as coldness flashed through her eyes. She knew it. Her grandchildren from her siblings must be playing pranks again. They were really asking for a beating of their ego. Didn't they know?
She was Ria Zhang. The ultimate spinster of their generation.
Trying to sit upright, Ria's eyes widened when she did it without the pain on her hips. How? She glanced at her hand.
"Omg," she said aloud. She closed her eyes tightly. I'm still dreaming, she thought. She pulled her face with her fingers. "Ouch!"
Ria opened her eyes. She was not dreaming. She lifted the blanket harshly, revealing long porcelain legs.
"Oh no. What happened?" Ria slowly lowered her feet on the carpeted floor. With steps that faltered, she went to the mirror, bracing herself. But nothing can ready her. Her breath was caught in her mouth when she glanced at the mirror.
Ria's white hair was replaced with brown. Her face full of wrinkles were back on how it was when she was still in her late twenties.
She retained her face. The face that can stop a man driving his car. She knew she was not reborn. In her twenties, she lived with her friends. All four of them were single that time so they decided to rent a house.
But judging from this face, the woman was also in her late twenties. She stared at the mirror. 'Are you my descendant?' she asked inwardly.
A knock disturbed her analysis. Ria glanced at the door but it didn't open. She pressed her lips together before heading to the door. She opened it slowly.
"She might still be sleeping," a plump maid said.
A tall maid shrugged. "It doesn't matter. You need to wake her up or else-"
Ria leaned on the door frame. "Or else, what?"
The two maids widened their eyes when they head the boss' voice.
"Young Miss!" both exclaimed at the same time.
Ria raised an eyebrow. Based on the maids' actuations, this woman in front of them was very much like her when she was still in her twenties.
"What is it?"
The tall maid pointed at the personal computer in her room. "You need to see it yourself, Young Miss."
Ria stopped asking. "Ready my breakfast. Rice and omelette," she said before approaching the computer.
The maids looked at each other. Young Miss was allergic to eggs!