- Lisa’s POV
- I feel I was lying on top of something very soft and cozy which for sure isn’t my tiny bed. I opened my eyes only to find myself in a beautiful room.
- I felt like l could lie on the queen size bed forever but how did I get here? Only drug dealers, mafias, celebrities, royalty and of course rich kids afford such a place. But I am surrounded with broke people, none of my friends are ballers. Then what am I doing here?