“Are you seriously going to leave the venue right now?” she asked, her tone dropping its sweetness.

“She is not feeling well at all,” I replied coldly.

“Jonathan, she is probably just sleeping off a mild headache at home,” Florence said, stepping closer.

“Then I will personally go and wake her up,” I countered.

Florence’s voice softened back into a pleading tone.

“You know how Christina gets whenever she feels upset about something.”