Chapter 22

"...I thought we were going to the hospital?" Amelia Johnson suddenly felt the urge to open the car door and jump out. "My personal physician is on standby at my residence," Damien Taylor replied calmly, sending a quick text to his doctor at a red light, instructing him to come immediately. -------------------------------- Back in the ballroom— "Sabrina, you swore that was a fake! What just happened?" Chloe Hughes looked utterly bewildered by the sudden turn of events. "I... I don't understand it either. It has to be a knock-off!" Sabrina Johnson's nails dug into her palms. She had bought that dress online for a pittance. There was no way it was authentic. The women who had been eagerly agreeing with Sabrina moments ago now turned on her with casual cruelty. "A fake? Mr. Starr himself just authenticated it." "I'm glad I didn't say anything definitive. I'd look like a fool now." "You really shouldn't make such bold claims without proof." "Yes, you almost made us look bad alongside you."