A strange bed, a strange room, everything was unfamiliar except for herself.
The large white bed was soft and comfortable, she felt as if she was sinking into a cloud of cotton.
The air was filled with a faint floral aroma.
The curtains were lifted by the breeze, and sunlight spilled onto the windowsill, illuminating the spacious bedroom.
The bedroom had minimal furniture, giving it a slightly empty feel, but every piece was exquisite, reflecting the owner's extraordinary taste.
She felt a bit dazed, suspecting she was dreaming.
She rubbed her eyes vigorously and pinched herself hard before realizing she was not in a dream.
Outside the bedroom, there seemed to be someone talking, and upon closer listening, it was the voices of two women.
Scarlett Yates, full of questions, heard someone outside and immediately jumped out of bed, walked to the door, and hurriedly opened it.
The two maids who had been conversing turned their heads to look at her simultaneously.
