After a couple of hours of resting, Halora awakened by the cold, sweet background music inside of the well-ventilated, wide room surrounded with grandiose paintings and figurines.
There was a queen size bed on the right corner with a mini circle table. On the top of it was a bunch of fresh pink roses that gave a refreshing vibe to the entire place.
"T– this is n– not my r–room! This is not my house, for heaven's sake can somebody tell me where I am right now?" she panicked until a middle-aged woman with a black skirt and white sleeve just entered inside.
She blinked her eyes, and there was a housemaid who brought some fresh hot tea who followed the middle-aged woman.
"As soon as you wake up, I requested some tea for you, Young Lady. Don't worry, you are safe here with us."
