Rhea's lashes slowly fluttered open. Soft, dim light glowed in the room from the lamps on each sides of the wall.
As her eyes adjusted, she looked around and noticed she wasn't at the beach anymore, nor at the Gunthers'. The room felt familiar, but she wasn't sure. It was like deja vu.
Okay, why do I feel like I know this place?
Rhea rubbed her eyes twice. As she sat up, it all hit her. "Oh God, no! Is this—" As she pulled her legs out from under the covers, she discovered she was in different clothes.
She was dressed in a rich, wine-red satin nightie, with an intricate lace trim that teased along the edges and a delicate sheer panel at the side, revealing her bare skin beneath. Her collarbone and cleavage were heavily emphasized by its tiny crossed straps.
What the... what am I wearing?
She turned to the side and spotted a floral lace robe with embroidered tulle hanging on a stand.
