The night was very still and as she left the confinement and warmth of the strange room she had woken up in, a cold shiver rushed through Rosalie's body. She set foot into the hallway and the first thing on her agenda was to observe the scenery of the place she was in. She had yet to learn where she was but judging from the reflection she saw in the mirror, she assumed that she was no longer dreaming but would have to be in a strange place she had never been before now.
She fully trusted that she could find Layla or Creed if she went out and searched for them.
The interior of the place was far different from that of the castle. The ceiling had murals painted on it all the way down to the point she could not see past. She could not understand why a home would have such a showy interior al
