Mira's POV
The world started to gain clarity and I finally regained my sense of touch. I tried to sit up but I stopped myself immediately, I'd learnt what rushing after fainting could do to me.
Instead I looked around and found out that I was in a familiar room. Soon enough it hit me. This was my matrimonial bedroom, I was in Luke's villa.
I sat up gently and sighted Grandma's drugs on the vanity mirror I once used. Memories of the nights I spent hours just trying to look beautiful enough to match the exclusive billionaire… I stared into the mirror and a ghost of myself stared back.
Gaunt neck, stiff shoulders, bruised face and… wait a minute. I noticed the change the moment I saw it. I was in a new gown, my gown but then, I never had any recollection of changing gowns… which meant.
