12. Jessica.

I return to my room, my grip on the planner still as tight as ever. Once the door is locked behind me, I let out a breath, some of my tension rolling away with it. Placing it on the bed, I begin a tour of my new room. On a closer look, it's bigger than I thought and has everything a woman my age would need. There's a small walk-in closet, with dresses and shoes in place. The vanity beside the bed, housed skincare products, all expensive looking, I admire them for a while, before placing them back the way I saw them. Next, I walk into the bathroom.

Everything is flawless there and I'm taken aback by the sheer beauty and elegance of it. The bathtub in the middle of the room calls to me and I realize how much I've wanted to have a good soak, a bubble bath maybe. But I can't let myself get carried away. I go back to the room, cutting my boxes open and keeping things away.

My paranoia gets the best of me, and I begin to search for hidden cameras. Half an hour goes by with me searching eve