The next day, Wendy's laughter woke me up and the sticky feeling all over my body told me I had a fever. I scheduled a doctor's appointment on my phone and got ready to leave.
When I opened the door, I saw the two of them at the dining table, endlessly teasing each other. The table was a mess, with food scattered everywhere.
I glanced indifferently at Kevin and went straight to the fridge to grab ingredients for a salad. Throughout, I noticed Kevin's gaze lingering on me, while Wendy pouted and stomped her feet in mock anger.
After rolling my eyes a few times, I quickly finished my salad at the kitchen counter.
Just as I was about to leave, Kevin couldn't hold back any longer and spoke, "Amy, are you going out?"
I adjusted my clothes in the mirror without responding, then turned and walked out.
Kevin suddenly rushed in front of me, blocking the door and glaring at me while said, "Don't you know what day it is today? At this hour, you're still planning to go out?"
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.
This was where Kevin and I had started out, a studio he had built with his roommate, Freddie Jones. Over time, while Kevin and I ascended the social ladder and became consumed by fame and fortune, this studio remained simple and unchanged.
The bell chimed pleasantly as I opened the door and Freddie, though initially shocked, greeted me with a smile.