Lila’s POV
I wake up to the soft brush of light spilling through the sheer curtains. It kisses my skin gently, warm and soothing, almost like a dream. The bed beneath me feels like clouds—silky, thick sheets cradling my body, the softest thing I’ve ever touched.
My eyes drift around the room, slowly registering the glossy white ceiling, the crystal chandelier above, the lush velvet drapes, and the gold accents on the antique furniture. Everything screams luxury.
Then I look down.
And I scream.
“What the hell happened to my clothes?!”
My voice cracks through the room like a whip. The sound barely fades before the door swings open—so fast, it feels like it’s programmed to respond to my scream.
My eyes widen in shock as a group of women flood into the room, all dressed in matching uni
