Founding a hospital

Catherine’s POV

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Today is the day, Cathie,” I whispered, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the dresser. “You can do this, alright? So please don't develop cold feet.”

Smoothening the silk material of my team dress, I heaved a huge sigh as I felt goosebumps envelop me.

Tonight was one of the most important and remarkable yet sad nights of my life, as it was the day of my hospital opening dinner.

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I finally owned my hospital, which I named “Ophelia memorial hospital” after my late mother. A heart transplant center was also situated in the hospital for people who couldn't afford a heart donor, and I had named it “Dalton Heart Foundation Center”.

“Are you ready, baby?” Alessandro's voice boomed from behind, and I nodded, grinning at him.

“Yes, babe.”

“You look ravishing tonight,” My husband said, grey eyes glinting with admiration. “I'm almost tempted to make you postpone the opening dinner.”

Rolling my eyes, I huffed. “Don't be silly.”