LIORA'S POV;
I slowly opened my eyes to the soft, gentle light of the early morning sun filtering through the window. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I took in my surroundings, trying to shake off the grogginess. My gaze drifted towards the window, and confusion washed over me. Something was different. The curtains hanging there weren't the ones Becky, my dearest friend, had carefully chosen for my apartment. The ones she picked were a warm shade of lavender, designed to match the rest of my decor, but these were a deep, rich navy, entirely out of place in my room.