Georgia's Pov
Staring at the article headline on my phone, I struggled to believe what I was seeing. I had woken up just a few minutes ago in the hospital room, and when I didn't see Michael anywhere around me, the first thing I did was search for my phone to call him.
Thankfully, it was on the table beside the bed, so I picked it up and switched it on.
My plan had been to call him, but after seeing the notification of several missed calls from my father as well as Fiona, curiosity got the better of me.
I wanted to know if the media was talking about the incident at Fiona's wedding reception. I mentally hoped that nobody was talking about it, and even if they were, I was hoping that there wouldn't be any sort of strange rumors or speculations concerning why I had fainted like that.
