The next morning, Leila opened her eyes and didn’t recognize the room. The only familiar object was Wolfie, a massive fluffy dog sprawled across the other half of the enormous four-poster bed. Sunlight streamed in through floor-to-ceiling windows draped in velvet curtains the color of ripe plums, casting a warm glow over the polished wood floors. The bed itself was a masterpiece—mahogany, carved with an intricate pattern that hinted at old-world craftsmanship, but its newness was unmistakable. The room screamed wealth, from the silk sheets to the high thread-count linens that practically melted against her skin.She sat up, the plush duvet sliding off her shoulders, and let her gaze wander. The room was vast, larger than most people’s houses. A marble fireplace, cold now but still imposing, stood across from her, its mantel adorned with sleek sculptures and a single, rather fine piece of modern art. Above the fireplace, a flat-screen TV that could’ve easily doubled as a movie theater
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