Sunny with a chance of homicide?

Queenie's POV

Stella drives me home a few minutes after I woke up. I know the polite thing is to make small talk but all I can think of is the crypt. Why us? Who put us there?
What did they want?
Who are they?
Why were they bodies?
Did this cute girl watch me vomit all over myself and then carry me to her home?!
Questions swirled around my head like when blend  my morning smoothies. I don't even notice Stella pulling up to my house until she says "You... live here!?"
It takes me a moment to come up with a coherent response but I eventually come up with "Yeah. Is that a problem?
Desperately wanting sleep. Stella gets out and says something to my valet and I climb out after a moment I sway as I reach form my bag but Stella grabs my wrist and keeps me up right "Careful, your wobblier than a newborn deer"
I mumble a thank you but it comes out as slurred gibberish.
Stella guides me up my front steps and all I can think about is how she truly is my Princess charming.
When she opens the door she just stands there wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.
I stare at her for a moment taking in her tangled brown hair filled with leaves and dirt and her clothes would definitely stain.
But the strange part was the massive bruise on her cheek and the small rips in her clothes.
I guide the dumbfounded beauty up the stairs wobbling slightly bring her to my private bathroom frowning at the sparkling plaque from when I was a child. I need to get that changed I thought as I open the door.
"Stay here...please" I mumbled as I go to shower.

As I let the hot water and soap run down my back two questions keep nagging me, who did this?
And how does the Stella girl connect to all this?
I'm a famous actress so it would make since to kidnap me for ransom but I've never heard of Stella, she doesn't look wealthy, and she was surprised by mine so I doubt her or her family is above middle class.
So why kidnap her? Is this even a kidnapping?
Could they have been planning on killing us?
Why would they kill her?
The thoughts and questions swarm me as I dry off. "I need answers or I'm going to lose my mind" I mumble putting my nightgown on and doing my skincare routine.