The first thing that greeted Jasmine when she opened her eyes the following morning, was the rays of sunlight peeking through the slightly closed curtain. She raised her hand to her forehead, massaging lightly and scrunching her face as a result of a headache.
Moistening her patched throat with her saliva, she rubbed her eyes to get a better view of her surroundings.
She slowly sat up on the bed, staring blankly at the strange but luxurious bedroom, wondering where she was.
From the soaring ceiling of the bedroom to the high-end furnishing and decor, the bedroom screamed luxury, class and wealth.
'This is definitely not Richmond's room or my bedroom at home or any of my girlfriend's rooms. So where the hell am I?' She pondered.
Her eye fell on a glass of water, on the bedside table, making her swallow her saliva again.
