Four days ago.
Jessie rubbed her head, everything was throbbing she struggled to stand stumbling back a few steps. Where was she? Why did her room look like this? After the initial confusion that came with waking up everything that happened last night came rushing back with such a force that she bent over and clutched her head. No way! It was a dream? Wow... ofcourse she wasn't that lucky. She walked to the door slowly and pulled it open.
"Where is he?" She asked.
"He's not in the manor, he has gone to work." The butler answered.
"You should eat something miss Jessie." The maid that helped her yesterday suggested.
"I have a horrible headache, do you have anything for that?" She groaned.
"Of course, I've got you covered." The butler nodded. He motioned and just like that a tray of pills and a jug of water appeared from behind the door.
