When I finished vomiting, as I was on my knees in front of the toilet, I stood up, went to the

sink, turned on the taps, rinsed my mouth, and looked at Mark, seeing the concern on his

face.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine by then," I said smiling. "You're very kind," I finished telling him.

"But I would like you to tell me, Mr. Harris, why this reception is being held, wearing such an

expensive gala dress to a party, it's because very important people are going to be there," I

told him.

"Well, it's a reception, as you said, for rich people and businessmen who donate to various...