Serena’s POV
I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a freight train, my head throbbing with the remnants of fragmented memories. The same bedroom I'd fallen asleep in earlier now felt somehow different—more familiar yet still strange.
Rubbing my eyes, I made my way downstairs, my stomach growling loudly enough to override the lingering headache. I hadn't meant to sleep so long, but exhaustion had claimed me completely.
"Serena, you're awake!" Eleanor rushed toward me, immediately gesturing to the housekeeper. "Please prepare lunch for my sister."
I smiled sheepishly. "Have you all eaten already? I guess I really overslept."
"Don't worry about it," Eleanor said, taking my arm. "I didn't eat much earlier—I'll join you."
She guided me to the dining table where Zoe was alre
