Chapter 250 The Cold, Hard Reality

Lilac's P.O.V

My eyes fluttered open to the sun filtering in through the curtains, causing me to squirm in discomfort.

The warmth that enveloped me felt otherworldly, and as I turned to the other side, the cloud like soft bed dipped and shifted to accommodate my weight.

Wait a minute…

Soft bed? Sunlight? Was I dreaming or had I died in my sleep and reached heaven?

Because the bed at the Soup House was hard and uncomfortable, even though I had found comfort in sleeping on it rather than the cold, hard floor. And there was absolutely no sunlight in that murky room of mine.

Then where on earth was I exactly?

My eyes snapped open as I tried to process what had just happened, before sitting up on the giant king sized bed.

"Wow! It's so beautiful," I murmured, letting out a soft breath.

Looking around the room, I saw the burgundy walls, and the white curtains, the patterns delicate and gorgeous. The chandelier on top of the bed was made o