16. She Couldn't Take the Risk

Denise woke up and stretched herself. She felt so well rested. She hadn't been this well rested in a long, loooong, time. In fact, she couldn't even remember ever feeling this well rested in her whole life.

She then remembered that she had seen Ansel Winston. She laughed because clearly, it had been a dream. She chuckled again and... But wait.. This bed seems to be so soft compared to the hard ground where she sleeps.

"What happened yesterday? I came from the auditions, met Fey and.. Oooooooh, fuck me!"

Denise opened her eyes and sat up with a start. She looked at herself and her clothes had been changed. She was wearing a white sleeping gown that was oh, so warm and soft. And the bed? The bed was huge. She looked like one small fish in a white ocean. These bed sheets and covers screamed 'expensive and soft'. The room was big. Bigger than even her parents', sorry uncle's, room back in the Ashford mansion. It didn't look odd even though it had minimal decorations. Just a flower vase at