chapter 93

ANGELINA —

The first thing I noticed when I got up was the glass ceiling above me. My hands involuntarily rubbed the bed sheets and felt the soft velvety feeling beneath my palms. The fact that I never had a such soft mattress made me frown in confusion. I moved my eyes around and sat up slowly. I was in a room, a bedroom to be exact. I racked my brain over thousands of places I have been to because this place looked oddly familiar.

I remember passing out in the car, where I was surrounded by the nauseating smell of metallic blood. I remember Danzel trying to open up the jammed-up door. I got up from the bed and noticed the clothes I wore were different than the dress. I walked around the room, noticing the colorful wallpaper, and then I stopped in the middle of the room. I moved my eyes around and then it dawned on me that I was in my old room, I was in Danzel's mansion.

Oh my god, I am in Italy!

I gasped in realization.