Anastasia's eyelids fluttered open, her vision gradually adjusting to the soft, ambient lighting of the unfamiliar room. The scent of lavender and sandalwood lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the salty breeze of Zuma Beach she remembered before everything went black.
She was with Juliette, that was until everything blacked out . Juliette, was this her doing?.
She sat up abruptly, a sharp ache pulsing at the back of her head. The plush bedding beneath her was unfamiliar, the room exuding an opulence that felt both comforting and unsettling. Her fingers instinctively reached for the tender spot on her scalp, wincing at the touch.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she took in her surroundings: a spacious room adorned with minimalist décor, muted tones, and a large window draped with sheer curtains that allowed the moonlight to filter in. Her heart raced as she stood, the cool hardwood floor grounding her amidst the whirlwind of confusion.
Where was she?
