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As Selenes eyes slowly fluttered open, her mind was completely blank for a few minutes. As her gaze drifted over her surroundings, she noticed that it's dark outside, indicating that it's still night.
Slowly sitting up, she noticed a tray with a glass of water, painkillers, her phone hanging on a charger and a red rose on the bedside table.
She shoved two pills into her mouth, chugging them down with the whole glass of water, completely dried out from any kind of liquid.
It is only now that she realized that she is not in her room. Well, she had no idea where the hell she actually was. She was sure she had never seen this room before. She jumped out of the bed, falling back down immediately, her legs still wobbly and weak, forcing her to take baby steps.
As she slowly made her way over to the window, she took in the view of the skyline she was greeted with. And even though the view was absolutely amazing, she did not recognize it from anything she knew. It was logical that she was still in New York, but she couldn't figure out where the hell she was exactly.
Wobbling back over to the night stand, she passed a huge mirror. She gave herself a quick rundown, but it only made more questions appear than answer them.
She did not wear her clothes form before. Instead, she was dressed in a huge, but very comfortable, sweater, that fell down all the way to her calves, making it painfully obvious that it was a man's sweater. Just as the oversized socks warming her tiny feet.
Her makeup was removed, but the uncomfortable feeling of her skin made it clear that she did not use any moisturizer.
She was lucky that her hair was straightened for the banquet, otherwise she would probably look like a birds nest right now.
She plopped back down onto the side of the bed, grabbing her phone to check the time.
2.34 a.m.
She groaned out in frustration, trying to figure out how she ended up here.
Did she really just had a one night stand with a stranger? The missing soreness between her legs tells her that she did not have sex, but could she be sure? How much in hell did she drink to not remember anything? Her head was pounding, but not the way it does when she and Wanda overdo it with the wine.
Then an horrifying thought came to her mind; had she been abducted?
No matter what it was, she started to panic. In a hurry, she chugged down yet another two pills of painkillers, this time without the water, pacing up and down the room to find her clothes. They laid perfectly folded on a chair next to the bed. Weird. She grabbed everything, shoving her phone into her purse, before she slowly opened the bedroom door, peaking through it to check for any signs of movement in the building.
