A son?

When Isla woke up, blinking a few times. She tried to stand. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked a few times to get hold of herself

Opening her eyes fully, Isla was stunned to find herself in a different room. It was large and beautiful

She didn't recognize where she was

"Aiden" Isla called out as she tried to crawl out of bed

Scanning the sheets she wrapped them. They were silk and beautiful. A rich red color. When she glanced around. She saw the curtains were also red. There was a small sitting area to the left with white sofas. A small glass table in the middle. With fresh flowers in a vase placed on it

Turning towards the window. It was open and it seemed to be afternoon. The sun was out and sipping through.

"What's this place" she muttered and finally suspended her legs off the bee and her feet firmly in the white fluffy carpet