With the faint sound of the rushing waves becoming louder and clearer, I opened my eyes and was met with a black ceiling crossed with wooden beams, where hang an ornate black chandelier. When I looked around, I was confused more as to where I was because this was definitely not my room. Walls entirely paneled with rich wood were decorated with black sconces and a single wide painting framed in gold. All furniture—bed, dresser, table, chairs, mirror, and lampshade—were in black color with gold highlights. The only one looking out of place was a cheap-looking, cream baggage, that was mine, I remembered.
I slowly sat up with my mind recalling I was with Luther traveling to a certain island for a vacation. Learning I was still in my yesterday’s dress that stink, I was absolutely in need of a
