Aria’s POV
I wake up with a pounding headache, the kind that makes me want to bury myself under the covers and disappear. I press my fingers against my temples, my hand ruffling through my hair as I try to ground myself.
Coffee—yeah, I need coffee. Something strong enough to stop the room from spinning.
My eyes finally c***k open, and I’m hit by the unfamiliar sight of the room around me. It’s… luxurious. Like the kind of place you see in ads, not where I’d ever find myself on a regular morning.
The bedding’s crisp and thick, the air scented faintly of cedar and linen. There’s a softness to everything, even in the light filtering through the heavy curtains.
For a second, I just blink, trying to let it all sink in, wondering how I even got here.
Then the fog in my head starts to lift.
