Valeria saw him, too, as if in slow motion. The way Nick was looking at her, gasping for air and staggering. His eyes were lost and he had turned as pale as a ghost. What she hadn't expected was for him to go face first into the ground.

“Call an ambulance,” she said to Alan as she went over to check on him, turning a deaf ear to Miranda's pathetic cries.

“Nicky! What's wrong with him? Nicky!”

“Shut up already!” Layla ordered her, coming up beside them. “He just fainted, he didn't get hit by a truck.”

“It looks like a nervous breakdown. The paramedics will attend to him as soon as they arrive,” said the doctor with professionalism as he took off Nick’s tie and opened his shirt a little to make sure he was breathing.

“Why don't you attend to him? Aren’t you a doctor? Or are you just a fake?” Miranda shouted at him.

“I'm an off-duty doctor, and I've had several glasses of champagne,” Alan replied, annoyed. “And I'm responsible enough to know when I'm not fit to practice my professio