72. The First Daughter.

Chapter Seventy Two, The First Daughter

As Chris walked back into the hall to say his goodbyes, he noticed a commotion near the center of the room.

A crowd had gathered, and through the throng of people, he could see a figure lying motionless on the floor.

Instinctively, he pushed his way through the crowd, his heart pounding with concern and curiosity.

When he reached the inner circle, he saw a young woman sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

Her elegant dress was fanned out around her, and her face was pale. People were murmuring anxiously, calling out for a doctor.

A middle-aged woman stepped forward and knelt beside the girl, trying to revive her.

"Give her some space! She needs fresh air!" the woman commanded, waving her arms to push back the crowd.

Chris stood back, watching the scene unfold. He recognized the woman on the floor as Faith, the daughter of the President of the United States.

She was a classmate of his cousin Jonathan and had naturally been invited to the wedd