Iris's POV
Ever since Dr. Becky gave me that injection, all I did was sleep, sleep, and sleep. It was as if my body had been pulled into some forceful slumber, as if my limbs were weighed down by an invisible force. As my eyelids fluttered open, my head throbbed, a dull pulse at my temples, and my mouth felt dry, so dry that I needed to drink some water. I blinked, trying to steady my vision when suddenly my gaze landed on a woman seated beside my bed. She was perched on a cushioned chair, she looked tense, as if she'd been waiting for hours, not knowing I'd woken up.
She was stunning. Her dress spoke like luxury, as if she looked like royalty. A silver necklace that looked expensive adorned her neck too. Her hair cascaded on chestnut waves as it swept over one shoulder, and suddenly, she turned to me, her eyes were now onto mine the moment she noticed I was awake.
