Seraphina stirred, her brows pinching before her eyes fluttered open. Bright sunlight spilled through thick beige curtains, casting golden bars across the unfamiliar ceiling. She blinked. Once! Twice!! Her body stiffened.
The scent of wood polish and clean linen filled the room, too refined, too calculated. Her hand gripped the plush duvet. It wasn't the one she had slept in with Vincenzo.
She sat up sharply.
The mattress cradled her too well. The sheets felt like luxury cotton. Even the air…it had the crispness of filtered ventilation, a sterile chill that didn’t belong to her world.
“Where am I?” she whispered to herself, her voice cracking.
She bolted to the window and yanked the curtain aside. Her breath hitched. Below, the world looked miniature. Cars like ants, distant voices mu
