When you entered the contest, you never expected to win.

It was one of those online things you clicked on half as a joke: “Win a week with Marie Avgeropoulos!” You filled it out and forgot about it. Until the email came. Until the phone call confirmed it was real. Until you were standing in a hotel lobby, clutching your bag, your heart pounding as if it might tear out of your chest.

And then she walked in.

Marie. Exactly as you’d seen her on screen—except more. Softer somehow. Real. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, her smile quick and disarming.

“You must be the lucky one,” she teased, her voice low and playful. “Guess I’m stuck with you for a week.”