“Nicola, I think I sprained my ankle, I can’t catwalk the last gown, I will limp.”
“Aubrey, nobody can carry it more like you. Walk like a bride.”
“I will change shoes.”
“It’s fine, just walk with your usual poise.”
“Okay, Nicola.”
“Assist Aubrey, Shannon, and Terry! Faster!”
And I dressed with the help of the assistants. I tried to walk in the poised way that I can. But I have to admit, it hurt a lot.
“Aubrey, thank you. You did well.”
“Nicola, my ankle is swollen. Look!”
“Oh my gosh, Aubrey! What happened?”
“What will I do?”
“Are you at home tomorrow?”
“I will be now.”
“I will send my Physical therapist to your house. Wait I will call him now.”
And he called somebody over his phone.
“Aubrey, Andrew will go to your apartment at ten in the morning. Is that okay with you?”
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