Within an hour, I was ready, and Nick drove me to the venue. I stared at my reflection in my camera, took several selfies and admired the images. I looked beautiful. But just in the camera, thanks to the makeup.

My actual face was still scarred from George's beating of the previous day.

I only hoped the event or meeting with Theo, whatever it turned out to be, doesn't take longer than usual. I needed to see my dad or Adam before the end of today.

I was yet to come to terms with what George had blurted to me this morning. If only my mum wasn't sick, perhaps, she...