IMELDA'S POV

The sun reflected from the window, shining from my face and I grumbled, turning to the other side.

"Becca close the window," I muttered but there was no reply which was strange. Becca should be here by now.

I slowly tore my eyes open and closed it back, my eyes not fully adjusted to the light. After some seconds, I slowly opened by eyes again, looking around.

The world around me was a blurry tableau, and it took a moment for the details to emerge from the fog. As my senses slowly adjusted, I realized I was lying on a plush bed, enveloped in luxurious sheets that I...