When Liz was led into Hera's study, she looked like a lost soul, her eyes wandering in awe.
Hera smiled warmly and gestured toward the leather chair positioned beside her desk.
"You've arrived. Please, have a seat here with me. There are also snacks if you're hungry," she said, pointing to a pushcart laden with an array of desserts, snacks, and drinks.
The dessert tower on the cart was a sight to behold—vividly colorful and stacked with macarons, cupcakes, shortcakes, and other treats.
The vibrant display instantly caught Liz's attention, her earlier nervousness melting away as her gaze locked onto the food.
But as she settled into her seat, something about Hera seemed... off.
Liz couldn't quite put her finger on it, but an odd sense lingered in the air. She wasn't the only one who had noticed this in Hera.
