|Carmella|
The first sensation that registered as I drifted into consciousness was disorientation—a deep, unsettling awareness that something was terribly wrong. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, adorned with intricate moldings and lavish designs, in contrast to the simple one I was accustomed to waking beneath. A ripple of unease crawled up my spine, quickening my pulse.
Where… am I?
Panic surged through me as I sat up abruptly, my breath coming faster as I took in my surroundings. The room was enormous, bathed in soft morning light that filtered through sheer white curtains. Everything gleamed—the polished furniture, the delicate chandeliers, the gilded mirrors reflecting an opulence I had never known. The bed beneath me was far too large, its frame carved with elegant flourishes,
