Chapter 1

Groaning out, Sophia stirred from her sleep, struggling to open her eyes as she began to sit up, a hand pressing to her forehead. Cracking her eyes open, she looked up to the source of the touch, amazed at how gentle the other seemed to look. "Lady Penelope, are you feeling a bit better now? You collapsed yesterday with a terrible fever.." the man muttered out, fingers brushing against her cheek before pulling back, offering a faint smile. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Flinching back, she grabbed at the sheets and pressed her back against the headboard, eyes wide with fear. "Who the hell are you and where am I?! My name isn't Penelope, it's Sophia!" She snapped, she could feel fear trickling down her spine as she quickly looked around, wild eyes searching for something familiar. Hadn't she been walking back to the college, where the hell had she ended up? "Milady, please calm down! Your body is weak right now, just try to relax! You must feel confused but you're fine. We are back at the estate, I'm sure your workers will understand if you take today off. I can have Baelfire make your favorite.." he suggested, reaching for her, gentle hands somehow managing to soothe her.

He was a crazy man right? No..no something was different she could feel it, maybe she should play along for now? Hesitatingly, Sophia slowly began to relax in bed, sitting there with a shaky breath, staring at the man before her. "I-I don't remember, for some reason I can't remember anything, not even my name…" She tested, pursing her lips together, would this even work? She watched as realization formed in the man's eyes, his gaze turning to one of pity. "Mm well makes sense, you banged your head pretty hard when you collapsed..but the doctor stated you should have been fine. I'll have to give him a call after this. Alright, let's see if we can't jog that memory for you." He smiled, hand folding over his heart as he offered a slow bow.

"Firstly, you are Penelope Winters, lady of house Winters. You are the countess of your hometown. Currently you are one of the most famous fashion icons in France right now. We are currently in Paris for a fashion show later this month. I am Jameson Brown, but you call me James. I am your butler, Baelfire is your chef and you are in your vacation home currently." James explained swiftly, leaving her to soak up the information as eagerly as she could. How weird, this simply had to be a dream right? She could just wake up..wake up and be home at the college! A slow smile began to form on her lips as she offered a slow nod, her body relaxing. This was all some funny dream, she could just go along with it right?

"I see, I must have really hit my head if I couldn't remember all that..thank you err James for telling me. I appreciate your help and your dedication. I-I think I'd like some food please." She mumbled, watching as he bowed respectfully before exiting the room. Quickly, she scrambled out of the bed, rushing towards the bathroom and flinging the light on. Staring in disbelief at her own reflection, pale eyes gazed along the long red locks of hair that cascaded down her frame like a waterfall. She absently touched her own cheek, amazed at how milky her skin was, pale and beautiful save for her rosy cheeks. "What a weird dream.." she mumbled, gingerly brushing her fingers along the night gown that hung so gently off of her shoulders.

Hearing the door open once more, she turned to find someone new in the room, pretty caramel skin striking against white hair. The man rushed forward, pulling her into his arms as he clung to her, breathing out shakily. "Thank god you're alright! James just told me you woke up but something still wasn't right! I thought you were suffering something horrible! I can't believe you lost your memories, oh penny I'm so sorry I should have realized you weren't feeling well!" He complained, shaking his head before stepping back, holding her at arm's length.

Looking up at him, Sophia-well, Penelope now, offered an awkward expression, smiling timidly. "Oh right! It's me, Sebastian, Sebastian Smith. I'm your contracted model for your men's clothing line..we've known each other since we were teenagers." He grinned down at her, letting her go as she stood tense, nodding faintly before she looked away. "I'm sorry..I-I don't remember." She mused, though..he was a pretty cute guy. Come to think of it, James was cute too, what was this some dating inspired dream!? Her gaze fixated on the door once more as James came back with a cart full of food and tea. Looking up, he offered a frown as he sighed. "I didn't tell you so you could bombard her, Sebastian. She isn't even properly dressed yet. Go on, out."

He narrowed his eyes as Sebastian quickly lifted his hands up, bowing before shuffling towards the bedroom door. "Just had to check on her, you know that..didn't even look." He pouted, leaving the two. Rolling his eyes, James ran a gloved hand through his hair, sighing out heavily. "My apologies Milady, I had told him to behave himself and yet he barged in." He mused, glancing at her with a warm smile. "Shall we get you bathed?"

Blinking, Penelope watched with discomfort as he moved towards the bath, sitting in the very center of the bathroom, so elegant and beautiful. "What do you mean..like you're going to bathe me?" She asked, feeling stupid for even asking the question in the first place.

"Yes Milady, it is something I always do..is that alright?" He asked hesitantly, almost as if he was worried that he had upset her.

Quickly shaking her head, she fought the urge to shy away, wanting to blush and stammer..but this was just a dream, she could do what she pleased with all the confidence in the world right!?

"No..just because I lost my memory doesn't mean I shouldn't trust you right? G-go ahead.." she murmured, flushing as he offered a small nod, simply gripping at her gown, he lifted it over her head and set it aside, turning towards the tub to begin filling it with warm water. "You can rid of the rest of your clothing if you would be more comfortable." He explained, glancing at her before looking back to the water, pouring a bit of liquid into it to create bubbles.

Glancing down, she could feel heat creeping over her cheeks as she stepped out of her underwear, setting it under the gown, pausing before she quickly moved to get into the bath, grateful for the way James closed his eyes. "T-Thank you..for Uh, being so cool about this." She mused, watching his expression become confused. Crap, had she said the wrong thing? "What I mean is…I appreciate you respecting my comfort levels knowing I have lost my memories." She explained, sighing out when he offered a small nod.

"It's my job to make you comfortable my lady, if I can achieve that then I am happy." He expressed, turning to gather the breath fast items. "Please eat. Once you finish I'll wash your hair and get you cleaned up for the day. If you would like, we can go to your boutique to get you around more familiar things. Perhaps it'll help your memory return." He expressed, bowing respectfully. "I'll be fixing up the bed if you need me." With that, she was left alone, left to breath out slowly, the warmth of the water seeping into her bones.

What a funny dream..still it was unbelievable she'd even have a dream like this at all, it all felt so real..the smells, how things feel, the sounds..almost like it wasn't a dream at all. "But that's just silly.." she murmured out with a small laugh, leaning back to enjoy her breakfast.