I woke up in silk sheets.
Real silk. Heavy, smooth, cold against my skin. Not the kind you buy in some overpriced boutique pretending to be luxury. I opened up my eyes. The ceiling above me was high with a golden crystal lamp. The pillow under my head was soft and smelled faintly like vanilla and something more. Not mine. I sat up too fast, my head spinning like I just stepped off a carousel. A low groan slipped from my lips as I pressed a hand to my forehead. I was not sick but my body felt different. My heart started to race. I looked around. Velvet light curtains. A fireplace. A tray of tea and fruits waiting on a silver plate. With a walk in closet.
Where the fuck am I.
Please god don't tell my I got kidnapped by some mafia. I mean if it is a Italian mafia I be gladly staying. A loud knock on the door woke me up from my delusional thoughts.
-Who's there I yelled
The door opened and a tall man in a suit stepped in. Looking like in his 60s.
- Miss Serena. You are awake. He smiled
- Now who the hell are you and why am I here. What is this place I asked confused.
I held my pillow ready to fight him like it would do some damage.
- Miss Serena I am the butler of the house. Did you drink to much or hit your head. I have been working here for years.
- What do you mean I rose my eyebrow at the stranger.
- And why do I look like this I asked. Looking at my cinnamon brown hair which used to be dark brown.
- Miss Serena I think I'm going to get your parents here. You do not act like yourself.
He walked away closing the doors behind him. Leaving me stunned.