Emily’s POV
I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling.
The sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains stung my eyes, and for a moment, I was disoriented.
This wasn’t my room.
The walls were painted a neutral beige, the furniture sleek and modern, not the cozy, floral theme I’d picked for my own space.
Sitting up, I scanned the room, my heart racing. How did I get here?
“Mera?” I called out, my voice cracking slightly. Silence greeted me, and panic started to creep in. Where was she?
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, my head spinning slightly.
My dress from last night was wrinkled and askew, and my hair was a mess. I shuffled over to the mirror above the dresser, hoping my reflection might offer some clue as to what had happened.
But I saw more than just my f*****g re
