The ride to the woman’s house was silent, all that was heard was the calming but loud sound of the city and the paparazzi when you entered Beverly Hills . .and the metal music blaring in your ears but you tuned it out.

Wait

This woman lived in Beverly Hills!? The woman definitely looked like a movie star but you didn’t know she was actually one! She did look familiar though, her facial features. . .but you couldn’t quite put a finger on who she looked like. The car was far too dark for you to properly look

“You know it’s not nice to stare right?” The older woman said, still concentrated on the road

You quickly looked away, instead looking out of the window at the luxurious mansions you passed. Within the next hour, you finally arrived at your destination and you had to admit. It was beautiful but just one woman living alone in a giant mansion? You know you shouldn't feel bad for the woman who clearly killed your niece but you did.

"I'm flattered, but wouldn't it be better if you came inside? The interior is better than the exterior"

You didn't notice that the blonde-haired woman had already left the car and was standing outside the passenger door

"Well?" She put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow when you didn't respond or move

"Oh, um yeah" You snapped out of your weird trance and got out before you followed her inside and she wasn't lying when she said the inside was better than the outside. You looked around in awe but you quickly remembered where you were and who you were with and you tried to act like you weren't impressed. Tiffany saw you admiring the place and stood proud

She showed you around her house while secretly basking in the praise you gave it. Even though this wasn't actually her house

"And that's it, are you hungry? I can make some spaghetti" She asked and smiled

It sent a chill down your spine, sure she hasn't done any bad to you. . .yet but she wasn't someone who could be trusted

"I'm not hungry" You lied even though your stomach was eating itself as you spoke

She looked at you with confusion, you were clearly starving but you weren't hungry? Sure. . .

"Ok, well I've already shown you your room. Make yourself at home" She said before turning and walking into the kitchen, leaving you to your own devices

Instead of sneaking around and trying to find things that would most likely get you killed, you went to your room which was a big empty room with white sheets and fancy decorations, it was bland at best but you couldn't complain. You could've gotten something worse, like getting thrown into a torture dungeon of sorts

Though you did have questions, she skipped two rooms. Though she did mention something about her children, which you couldn't believe. Not only is she an actress in Hollywood but she also has children who will take after her.

You shook your head, not wanting to think about it too much.

You looked at yourself in the body-length mirror and you sighed, you looked like a mess. Not that you ever looked better but now you felt insecure because now you're living with someone that's not your family member. In fact, someone that helped murder your family

Deciding that you'll deal with this in the morning, you lie down on the unbelievably soft mattress. Maybe you'll wake up and this will turn out to be a dream. . . Maybe you won't wake up at all. Who knows?

You let your mind wander and the annoying ideas and allegations that your mind invented lulled you to sleep