EMMA'S POV

Warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows, brushing against my skin like a soft whisper. I groaned lightly, eyes fluttering open as I stretched beneath the plush white duvet that smelled faintly of fresh linen and something calming-lavender maybe?

A small yawn escaped my lips, and I blinked at the unfamiliar room. It wasn't until I shifted upright, the silky feel of the nightwear brushing against my skin, that I froze. Slowly, I lifted the blanket to glance down.

What the ...