Vowless — The Milan Flight Change

Don't push yourself. Then he turned his attention back to me. Don't overthink it. Dizziness is serious. You probably just ate something that upset your stomach.

I'll call an ambulance for you right now. The line went dead. I stared at the closed door of the master bedroom upstairs. From the living room to the staircase was no more than a dozen steps.

steps, yet even that distance was too far for him to walk for me. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. He still hadn't come downstairs. I had no choice but to brace myself against the wall and slowly make my way to the door.

When I opened it, the medical staff immediately noticed how pale I was and moved me. Where are your family members? They asked.

I forced a small smile. They're upstairs. He can't come down. When I woke again, the sky was still dark.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air. A needle was inserted into the back of my hand, and cold fluid slowly dripped into my veins. My best friend, Melissa, sat by the bed with red-rimmed eyes, gripping my medical report

Have you completely lost your mind? That gunshot wound caused gastric naturopathy? The damage to your stomach liner is permanent. And you're still planning to fly to Milan alone tomorrow?

My throat felt dry and painful. Has the flight been changed? Melissa let out a bitter laugh. Move to tomorrow night.

And your wedding? Is it really true the bride has been replaced? Don't joke about something like that. I looked out of the window.

I'm not joking. I changed it myself. Melissa froze. I handed her my phone. On the screen was the wedding planner's confirmation sent in the early hours of the morning, clearly showing Vincenzo and Rosa's names.