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Chapter 7- rich.

After spending a week in the boring hospital, I was finally discharged with a clean bill of health. The circumstances of my accident were still unknown. From my mother's explanation, I had fallen off the balcony at a party hosted by my friends. I was found in a pool of my blood, unconscious and unresponsive.

I didn't remember the incident since it didn't happen to me but I found it fishy. How could a grown woman fall off a balcony? The hosts of the party insisted I had drank too much during the party. However, my mother rejected their explanation by saying I never drank alcohol. Zendaya didn't like the taste of alcohol.

Someone was lying and someone tried to kill Zendaya and succeeded. I was in a sticky situation. I needed to find my sister and at the same time, I needed to find the person who tried to kill Zendaya. I was not safe.

"We might be in the middle of something," said Sami.

"I agree. Why would anyone want to kill Zendaya?"

"We have to find out if she has enemies. Otherwise, we will be sitting ducks."

" I agree."

"Miss Zendaya," someone said "Miss Zendaya!"

The voice seemed distant as my mind swirled with memories and plans, enveloping me in a cocoon of introspection. Even when my name was called, the sound faded into the background unheard, eclipsed by the vivid scenes playing out in my mind. It wasn't until a gentle tap on my shoulder broke the reverie that I snapped back to the present, startled and momentarily disoriented.

"Miss Zendaya, we are here."

I was not used to the name yet. Most of the time I forget to respond when I'm called. I needed to get used to it faster. Otherwise, I will get caught. Think of it as a necessary prop for my revenge.

"Sorry, I have a lot on my mind." I apologized.

"It happens to the best of us. Mrs. couldn't pick you up from the hospital because something came up. I hope you are not offended," he explained.

"No it's okay." I shrugged.

I didn't care. She wasn't my parent. Although from what I have seen from the time we have spent together, Mrs. Cole is a wonderful person. She is attentive and considerate, something my family has never been.

I got out of the car. The gravel crunched under my shoes as I turned to glance at the gates. I approached the towering gates, with an intense feeling of anticipation mixed with trepidation. The wrought-iron gates swung open, revealing a majestic estate adorned with lush gardens and a grand facade. My parents' opulent house stood before me, a symbol of luxury and comfort that felt both new and foreign.

I have never seen such luxury before. I thought my real parents were rich, I was wrong. Zendaya's parents were on another level.

As I stepped into the lavish foyer, my eyes widened at the ornate furnishings and extravagant decor that adorned every corner. Despite the undeniable beauty, I couldn't shake the absence of recognition. The portraits adorning the walls, the elegant staircase leading to unknown rooms, all seemed like fragments of a life I couldn't quite remember.

I thought since I was in Zendaya's body, I might feel some sort of familiarity with the house she’d been living in for years, but nothing. I didn't remember any of this. I was looking at it for the first time as Semira. Zendaya was gone.

The driver led me through the sprawling rooms, sharing stories of moments I couldn't recall, memories lost in the haze of amnesia. The lavish surroundings felt overwhelming, stirring conflicting emotions within me. Gratitude mingled with a profound sense of disconnection, leaving me grappling with the chasm between the life I once knew, and the one I was now discovering anew.

"Everyone has been informed of your amnesia, so they will help you settle in as much as possible. If you have any questions, you can ask any of us."

"What is your name? I'm sorry I can't remember." I asked.

"My name is Benson, I am the butler. I have watched you grow since you were a tiny little thing until you blossomed into a woman with grace and kindness." he said proudly.

"Thank you Benson for helping me find my way. I will depend on you from now on."

"You are welcome, young Miss," he said. "Let me take you to your bedroom."

I followed closely behind, my eyes darting left and right, still in awe at how glamorous and elegant everything was.

As I pushed open the door to my bedroom, a soft gasp escaped my lips. The room was a serene oasis painted in varying shades of purple, a color that enveloped the space in a soothing embrace. Lavender curtains billowed gently in the breeze, casting a calming hue across the room, while a rich plum rug adorned the polished wooden floor.

My eyes swept across the walls adorned with framed watercolor paintings of lilac fields and violet-hued landscapes, each stroke contributing to the room's ethereal atmosphere. The bed, with its amethyst-hued comforter and an array of throw pillows in shades ranging from mauve to deep indigo, beckoned me to sink into its plush embrace.

Clusters of amethyst crystals adorned shelves, catching the sunlight and scattering prismatic reflections around the room, casting a mesmerizing pattern of purples on the walls. A delicate scent of lavender wafted from a collection of scented candles, contributing to the tranquil ambiance.

For me, this introduction to my purple-themed haven felt like stepping into a dreamscape, a serene sanctuary designed to evoke a sense of calm and tranquility, inviting me to explore its soothing depths and perhaps uncover forgotten fragments of myself amidst the gentle hues.

If I was allowed to decorate my first bedroom, it would look exactly like this.

"I will let you rest then." Benson left, closing the door behind him.

"Zendaya, we are more alike than I thought." I concluded.

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