Of course, I knew, it was the day of Kevin's 2024 Fall-Winter fashion show. I was supposed to be the mystery guest, closing the show in a unique wedding gown.
I replied, "I made an appointment with a doctor to get my wound treated. It got infected and I had a fever last night."
Kevin looked momentarily taken aback, his emotions hard to read.
"Kevin, let Amy go. She's always been delicate, not as strong as me," Wendy chimed in, pressing herself against him in a coy, needy way.
Just as I was leaving the hospital with my wound newly dressed, Kevin's call came through, "It's been two hours. Even if you were bandaged head to toe, you should be done by now, right? Amy, do you really think I can't do this show without you?"
I sneered internally. Kevin, there won't be a show with me, but I'll definitely leave you a grand farewell gift.
"Don't worry, I'll make it back," I replied, hanging up before he could respond.
Ignoring his subsequent calls, I eventually turned off my phone. Arriving at a familiar studio, I knocked on the door.