CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIX: CHRISTIAN JNRZOEYWhen I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a white ceiling.The bright hospital lights slowly came into focus, followed by the steady drip hanging beside my bed.I frowned.A hospital? How did I end up here?“Thank goodness you’re finally awake.” I turned my head toward the familiar voice.Camille sat beside my bed, one hand resting gently against my cheek. Relief washed over her face, though I could still see the worry lingering in her eyes.“Hey…” I murmured, my throat dry.I tried to sit up, but she immediately stopped me, gently easing me back onto the pillow.“Nope,” she said with a smile. “You’re staying right there. The only thing you’re allowed to do is rest.”I let out a quiet sigh. “Did I… pass out?”The memories came rushing back just then; the red carpet, the cameras, Christian’s proposal…My eyes darted around the room.“Where’s Christian?”“First of all,” Camille said, “yes, you passed out like a sack of potatoes.
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