4. Shocking revelation

Disrupting the event, those around her yelled for help as they wondered what could have happened to such a pretty lady like Yara. For they have seen her walk the runway, flaunting her classic tulip print dress.

"Any medic in here?" A woman had yelled, drawing more attention as finally, the host of the Oscars fashion dressing press event finally walked over to the scene with his secretary behind him.

Visibly shocked that one of the twenty designers who had showcased their designers just a few hours ago was the lady lying unconscious on the ground. Talk more of the fact, that she was the special student of Artic Fashion School who they had contacted because of her outstanding designs and talent.

Mr. Fel Oscar delayed not in bringing out his cell phone to call the ambulance.

Eying the helpless lady on the marbled ground, he thought her attractive. But then turned, scrunched up his nose in feigned provocation, and signaled his secretary to follow him.

Well, the provocation couldn't be said to be all feigned. For he was indeed pissed off that his show was disrupted by some pathetic lady as the reporters who were around for the fashion dressing press event had surrounded her as well, taking pictures which they would send to their diverse company for publishing.

Gritting his teeth, Fel ordered his secretary to call the reporters into one of the rooms. And when they had gathered in nothing less than three minutes or so, he began.

"Whatever shots or clips you all have with you, shouldn't get to the eyes of the public."

He didn't know why he was stressing himself this way. It wasn't mean to concern him but he found himself thinking of that lady that had been running through his mind since the first day he laid his eyes on her, in Artic annual fashion school show where he had seen and her fellow coursemates, even her seniors showcase their eclectic mix of styles, materials, and concept.

Yet, she emerged the best.

"Why is that?" One of the reporters had proceeded to ask.

While some were trying to get Fel's point, others had laughed sarcastically, talking between themselves as there was no way they would discard such treasured gist like that.

"Cause I'd unfailingly give each and everyone of you that discards whatever shot or clip you have of that lady, right in front of me, ten thousand dollars each. And so help me God, if I should ever see them published, after collecting my money." Fel said, sternly.

He was quite aware that the reporters weren't paid that high, though it seemed so unreasonable and foolish to have spent such an amount of money on trying to clear that lady's name, he would make sure none and he meant it when he said to himself that none of the reporters would leave there without discarding whatever they have on the lady.

What was her name again?

Y-Yara Martinez? It was either that or maybe Sara. He couldn't vividly remember.

Though taking time, soon all the ten reporters that had been contacted to release awareness to the public as regards the Oscars fashion dressing press event had dished aside their integrity with every click on their cameras, deleting whatever they had on the lady in a wine red evening gown.

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Fluttering her eyes open, Yara looked around, wondering what she was doing in the white-walled room and why she had a hollow needle inserted into her vein, a drip being administered to her.

Just then the room door got opened and a nurse in green scrubs walked inside with a tray in her hand, flashing her a calming smile.

"You'd soon be discharged, Yara. I should let your friend inside, now that you're awake." The nurse said, checking her vital signs and penning down some observations.

"What the fuck am I doing here? I'm meant to be in the Oscars fashion dressing press event at the moment." Yara said all in one breath, trying to sit up on the bed.

"You should get some rest. At least, for your baby's sake." The nurse advised her, bringing about more disconcertion.

Baby?

What did she just hear? What was the annoying nurse saying and how the hell did she get here?!

Damn.

Yara was slowly losing it. "Listen, I don't know what your plan is but I'm getting outta here, right now."

"You're not fully energized."

"I don't care!" Yara yelled. "For goodness sake, why won't you let me be?"

She said, suddenly holding her head which ached so much after she had yelled.

"I'll be right back," The nurse said and left.

Taking not more than a few minutes, the nurse was right back but with someone else, this time around.

"Oh my goodness, Yara. I'm so happy for you." The young, brunette woman genuinely said, taking her other hand and squeezing it gently.

Did she win the competition? Or was she among the runner-ups?

Yara thought, her heart pounding somewhat wildly.

She knew not why she couldn't remember any other thing than the fact she had dressed up this morning and walked the runway of The Grand Ballroom, which she had been opportune to be inside of.

She tried to think of what happened next but it was all blank in her head. It seemed as if there was a void between then and now.

But suddenly, she got a flash. She squinted and closed her eyes, as she suddenly saw herself walking the hallway with the class tulip print dress she had tastefully designed.

She quickly opened her eyes, her heart heaving as she wondered if she had messed up while walking the hallway and what happened next. For nothing flashed her mind, again.

"Yara? Yara are you-"

The nurse cut in. "She's still in shock from the fall and is probably having some flashes. As she seems not to remember much about the Oscars event."

Yara furrowed her brows as the words of the nurse echoed in her ears. "Did I fall on the runway?" Her eyes enlarged.

Joyce who Yara was yet to acknowledge, simply sighed. "Thank God nobody was hurt."

Yara was silent. She was so unhappy and disconcerted. So she had fallen on the runway or what? Plus what was that annoying nurse saying about a baby?

She turned and glared at the nurse, wishing she could shoot her lasers.

"Worry not, Miss Yara. Your child is still intact." The nurse comforted.

"Whose child?"

"I guess you didn't know but Miss Yara Martinez, congratulations, you're three weeks pregnant." The nurse retorted, beaming at her.

Joyce was happy. After the event her company held, she had asked for the address of the hospital her new friend was taken to and decided to visit her.

Upon coming to the hospital, she was told that it wasn't a serious case and that Yara had just been stressed out and sick which wasn't good for her pregnancy. Then she went on to pay for the lab tests for the doctor had informed her that further treatment would only commence once some money was deposited.

Joyce never thought Yara was in a serious relationship. And she wondered why her new friend wasn't taking care of her pregnant self, as she knew not that Yara wasn't even aware that she was pregnant; though she had suspected which was why she had gone the day before for some tests.

Yara gasped, her eyes widening. No, no, this had to be a prank. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be what she was thinking. Hell no, she couldn't be pregnant.

"Joyce, what's all this about?" She finally acknowledged her presence, though not in an expected way.

"The nurse said you're in your first trimester," Joyce told her.

"No, no. I'm not pregnant. Don't tell me that." Yara was momentarily in delusion.

"Well, the fetus inside you has developed a brain and spinal cord. The organs are forming as well and soon, its heart would start beating. Then..."

"Shut it!" Yara yelled, cutting the nurse off. Tears filled her eyes and she couldn't believe this.

She wasn't ready to have any child, talk more of the fact that her graduation was in six months. How could she cope with this all?

Diverse thoughts ran through her mind. She couldn't bear the such burden for her life alone was a jumble. Should she abort the poor child? Oh no! She wasn't ready to soil her hands with the blood of an innocent soul.

It was her fault to have foolishly parted her legs for a man without using protection or even taking contraceptives after the sex.

Lamenting within herself, Yara bit her lips sorrowfully. She never wished to cross part with Grayson again. But now, fate has sworn to make them cross parts again with this pregnancy of hers, she knew she had to let him know.

For no man has ever touched her, but Grayson Dolan- the arrogant billionaire.