"Each betrayal begins with trust."
- Martin Luther
When I woke up, a white ceiling greeted me. I blink my eyes, to clear my blurred view of the surroundings. I then look side by side to see where I am, which made me wrinkle my forehead.
I mean who wouldn't get freaking annoyed with the vibes of the room I am in, right now? The whole room screams the word 'HONEYMOON' for Pete's sake! Which is not very suited to my freaking age. Just what the freaking hell Ms. Kazumi and the others are thinking?
There is this plain red blanket laying on the bed I am sleeping. The rooms are cold and air-conditioned. The whole place is in a combination of red and white.
It is a huge room, with red curtains hanging on a modernized sliding window, with gold rose sequence design on each side.
