~. Part 8.~

"And for you Alex you may come to the wedding but say NOTHING to the bride". " BUT sir-". " I SAID U WILL NOT OTHERS WISE YOU D*E!" Alex looks at me I grab his hand and squeeze it. *sighs* " Yes sir".
But then I have an idea. " Sir can he be my Father of the Bride? Not in a weird way". The king looks at me and him " Hmm alright I will allow it". "YES". " Let me give you this drink, drink it Midnight". It was a couple hours later and I get ready and look at
myself in the mirror and feel a pain in my stomach
" Ugh butterflies... but ugh". Alex comes in and checks on me. " Mid you alright?". I look at him while holding my stomach. " Yeah I-I'm fine". He looks at me and then my hand. " Why you holding your stomach?" I look in shock. " NO reason". Then it hits
I fall to the ground on my knees, Alex catches me just in time. " OH MY GOD MID". I paint really hard and hold my stomach hard. The son of the king comes in. " OMG MY DARLING ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"
I look up and replied weak " Yeah I'm- " Then I pass out. Next thing I know i'm in the hospital. " Ugh where am I? Oh God.." I see the prince and Alex talking worried. A doctor comes in " Well looks like she has been food poisoned".