It was a new day but to Emily, it just felt like a continuation of the day she could now call the worst day of her life. Almost twenty four hours had passed and the only thing that changed was the fact that she had managed to get out of her wedding dress. Other than that, she was still in her room, on her bed, staring into space as she hoped everything that happened was nothing but a bad dream.But heck it wasn’t. It was her reality. A day she was secretly looking forward to suddenly became a day she wished never happened. Interrupting her hours long thoughts, she heard a knock on her room door. It was probably going to be her parents since Tyler had left the venue the night before after checking up on her and never returned. Where he went to or what he was up to while he was away, she had no idea but it was currently the least of her many problems and worries. “Emily, can we come in?” It was her parents and taking her silence as a cue, they pushed the door open to meet their hop

Giovanni rarely fell sick.In his entire thirty-one years of living, he could count the number of times he had fallen ill on one hand. Most of those instances were simple bouts of flu or colds, the kind of sicknesses he couldn't control. Giovanni was always meticulous about taking care of himself, especially when he wasn't working. So, it was completely baffling when he woke up one morning with a pounding headache and a fever.His head felt like a lead weight, and his body was weak, so weak that he could barely muster the strength to get out of bed. But knowing he had no choice but to struggle and face the day, he forced himself up and dragged his feeble body to the bathroom to freshen up.The warm water of the shower brought a slight relief, washing away some of the lethargy that plagued him. However, he still felt far from well enough to go about his day without some form of relief, be it painkillers or something else.Desperately rummaging through his desk, his hands found a paper

Giovanni barely spared his father a glance when he immediately shifted his gaze to August, arching a brow at him. “Did you call him here?” “What?” August shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I don’t know why or how he’s here. I-“ “I heard you collapsed,” Albert ignored them and walked towards his son. “Isn’t that enough reason for me to be here?” “How did you hear?” Giovanni asked him, his gaze still on August as he now shot him an accusing look. “It’s not a big deal.” “If it isn’t a big deal then why are you not on your feet talking to me?” Albert fired. “And don’t try to bully August. He didn’t tell me anything. You don’t think you were teleported from the office all the way here, do you? Of course at least a hundred staffs saw you on the way so it’s only expected for me to find out. It’d be weirder if I didn’t!” “Oh, right,” Giovanni lowered his head, finally reasoning with him. Walls indeed had eyes and ears especially in an office like his. “You didn’t have to come all the way h

Emily’s first instinct was to turn around and leave. But August must have realized as he immediately quickened his steps and caught up to her before she could walk away. “Emily, wait up,” he rushed to stand right in front of her. “Please wait. I need to talk to you.” She refused to look at him, feeling emotions she had managed to temporarily set aside rush towards her all over again. He was probably thinking she was mad at him but she wasn’t. She just didn’t want to be associated with anything and everything that reminded her of Giovanni. “Emily, I know you’re mad at me and you have every right to be-“ “I’m not mad at you,” she quickly interrupted him to say before he could go any further. “I don’t have any reason to be.” “Emily,” his next words were accompanied with a sigh, followed by him taking another step towards her. “I’m so sorry, Emily. Those aren’t just words. I really really mean it. I had no idea Giovanni was going to-“ “It’s fine,” she finally looked up at him and

Giovanni was struck with awe numerous times as he packed his things littered all around the hospital room. For heaven’s sake, he only got admitted simply because he passed out but his father and August must have not gotten the memo as they were nothing but dramatic. By his bedside, there was a huge bouquet of flowers sent by his staff at work and by the window, another huge bouquet of flowers sent by his father again. Like that was not enough, he had gotten tons of other get well soon gifts and cards, August making sure to decorate the room with every single one of them. As absurd as it sounded, he didn’t stop there and went shopping on his behalf, getting him clothes, toiletries and everything he concluded he was going to be needing for at least a week rest at the hospital. It was all seriously overwhelming and utterly ridiculous. But maybe he wouldn’t have minded so much if just a single one of the gifts came from Emily. But no. There were all from bunch of strangers he barely