Chapter 84: Buried Documentary. I

Ava's POV

I swirled my head to the side, stirring in bed.

Bed?

The sudden realization hit me, and I instantly blinked my eyes open after what felt like hours of sleep.

—I wasn't supposed to be in bed.

My head felt cloudy as fuck, and I was clearly still dazed.

The first thing in my line of sight was the beautiful patterned sheets beneath me, and a wooden drawer across from me between those two was just confusion.

“What…” I raised my head and sat up in bed, taking a rather comprehensive look around the strange and unfamiliar room. It was a small, comfy room and, from the looks of it, definitely a motel.

The room was really small, with a soft pale blue couch on the other end, a medium-sized bed which I sat on, a closet, a TV, and a red rug draped all over the floor.

Where was I? How did I get here?

But most importantly, what was I doing here?

The last thing I remembered was going into the dressing room to change into my wedding dress while Sophia waited outside for me and then some