Twenty Two

Calla’s POV

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on my face. Memories of the previous day flooded back into my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of heaviness in my chest.

I had opened up to Stephanie about my experiences, and the weight of it all had become too much to bear. But even amidst the pain and vulnerability, I was grateful for Stephanie's warm and comforting presence, which had brought me back to my room and helped me find some solace.

As I lay there lost in thought, I heard a knock and the door to my room opened, and the maids came in, ready to attend to me. They greeted me with smiles, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in their presence. They began to bathe me, gently cleansing my body with fragrant oils and lotions that felt luxurious against my skin.

“What in the world is going on?” I couldn’t help but wonder.

I felt pampered and indulged, and as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of