Adelyn's gaze dropped to herself.
And the moment it did, her fingers clenched around the blanket.
She was no longer wearing the dress she had been in the night before. Instead, she was wrapped in nothing but a bathrobe.
For a second, her mind went completely blank.
Shock flashed across her face.
When had she changed?
And why does she have no memory of it?
Fragments of the previous night flickered at the edges of her mind —but none of them stayed long enough to form a clear picture.
Her brows furrowed as she took another good look at her surroundings.
The room was spacious, and the design was luxurious in a subtle yet unmistakable way. However, Adelyn didn't remember booking any room for herself last night.
Wasn't she attending the dinner with Director Rhodes and Producer Polson? L
… and then her allergy had broken out.
She remembered leaving the table with Amelia … and then later finding her way to the restroom.
But after that —
Everything was vague.
