ALICE
There is an intense ache in my head. I opened my eyes and tried to acknowledge the room.
I am not in my room.
The golden chandelier hanging on the ceiling is shining brightly. The look outside hints that it is evening already.
I shuffled the blanket covering me but I was surprised to find an I.V. in my left hand, attached with saline water on the stand right beside the bed.
“Alice! Where are you? This is not your room. Are you still in that hotel?” I started asking myself.
The interior is a bit different from the Travelers’ Paradise but, this room that I was sleeping in, I don’t know how long, is very huge.
Not even my three rooms attached together will be getting anything near the half of this room I am at right now.
I searched for my mobile phone. I have to know wh
