Sunny with a chance of homicide?

Stella's POV

I finally asked her butler (yes! A fucking butler) to help me find one of her six kitchens. Who needs six kitchens! But I was trying not to complain too much because her kitchen was fully stocked with all kinds of snacks I could never afford and I was determined to try them all.
That was before Queenie came in, her hair was tucked into a perfectly styled ballerina bun, her make up was gorgeous with smoky eyes and full lips and her silky black dress had white sparkles going up it like stars;
it looked like she was about the walk a runway rather than chilling at home. "Uhhh hi?" She says as if anyone can be shy looking like that with this kind of house! I gesture to the snacks in front of me(the only on I recognize are the E.L fudges) "Want some? Your highness?" I say only half kidding.
She sighs and sits on the counter. Apparently wealthy people do that too. "I only remember finishing a photo shoot and heading back to my dressing rooms," she shudders "then I woke up in the dead person apartment." Dead person apartment? Does she mean the crypt? "It's a crypt...or was. Now it's a crime scene but same here.
I remember heading home from the va and...a crowd..a scream...and waking up in the crypt."
Who screamed?

Was it Queenie?

Did I get in the way of her kidnapping and get taken too?
Why was she being kidnapped?

What was the event to bring such a crowd?

Why don't we remember what happened?
Are we concussed?
I shove a cookie in my mouth to stop the spiral of questions. Food always calms me...

"You said there were two bodies? How did you know that?" Queenie asked sprawling out on the counter.

"I was a weird kid...I didn't like socializing so I stayed home and watched crime documentary's and I was super into forensics for a few years."
"Oh" she responds quietly and I start worrying I overshared again. My CO always said I had a problem with that.

(A/n CO stands for commanding officer)

Then she suddenly blurts out "what did you do?" Huh? The hell she mean what did I do? I haven't done shit! "The fuck do you mean by that!?
You don't think I did this do you!?" "No! I meant me getting kidnapped is a little more understandable, I'm famous after all but... you're nobody I know and I'd know anyone famous.... Taking you doesn't make sense. Right?"
Shockingly she has a point......... maybe I did try and stop the kidnapping. It seems like something I'd do. Or maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time?
But why don't I remember?
Concussed people can lose their memory. I remind myself.
"I think we should go to the hospital."  Crap! Didn't mean to say that out loud! I need my adhd meds stat. "H-hospital!" Queenie screeched and I wince.
"Yeah? We could be concussed and that's why we don't remember much."
She looks like she's gonna cry. Why? Oh no, she's one of those people.
Why oh why did the navy give me medical training but not teach me tact...or how to deal with cute crying girls.
"Or we could go to my friend's place. Blaze is on a fire rescue team...he'll know for certain if we're in need of medical treatment."
I could probably figure it out myself but my thoughts are moving slower than cold molasses...still. "Yeah. Let's do that."
It takes me a moment to figure out what Queenie meant but I nod and grab my keys before remembering potentially concussed people shouldn't drive. "Do you have a driver or anything? I don't think I should be on the road." "Mhm. You should shower first though."
I don't have a change of clothes and the thought of wearing something from a celebs closet sounded like hell. "I'll shower at Blaze's." I replied "how do we get in touch with that driver?"
She rolls her eyes as if it's common knowledge and presses a button on the wall above the counter I hadn't seen before. "George? Can you have a car brought around?"
She says in her posh accent that I hadn't noticed before. Wonder why, I usually notice that kind of thing.
I then realize three things; one that button was a speaker, two the butler's name was George and three this chick as far to much money.
I still follow her down the stairs and into her freaking limo! How did I even get to this point?!
I was a senior chief petty officer in the navy and now I'm in the back of a limo with this chick?! Is this some twisted joke?
Or maybe this is karma for not seeing through his act. I close my eyes trying not to fall back into the rabbit hole of memories but I do anyways...just like I always do.