Chapter 8: Day Three: The Fever

"This is the first time you have graced us with your presence, Mr. MacGregor. The first time in six years since you took the world by a storm! You must tell us more about yourself!"

Cold sweat broke on Ivette's forehead and her nails dug painfully into her palms as she tried to stifle a shiver. She had hoped the fever would have subsided by morning time but it only got worse.

It had been an effort to move from the bed...or even apply her make up. Her muscles were numb and aching and her temperature spiked on an abnormal level.

She had been eager to skip the today's event but it was important that she and Aaron sat together on that stage as a couple, and answered the questions as one.

She had been surprised when she showed up and her mother and Kerry had fawned over her with concern. She'd taken one look at her father's disdainful stare and known that Aaron hadn't told them about her and Cian.

She'd been about leaving when she saw him waiting outside her hote