Revealed

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~Mia~ I had a sleepless night, the anxiety killing me. I hate that I saw what I saw and that I have to tell Neela about it. I feel like I’m breaking up a marriage, and no one wants that on their heads. If I don’t say anything, I’m a party to infidelity, and I don’t want that either. I dragged myself out of bed this morning and struggled to get dressed. I had to prepare for this talk, but there really is no way to do so. When I got to Neela’s door, I paused. What if Steven answered the door? What if Neela doesn’t believe me? As badly as I wanted to take time to gather myself, it wasn’t that much more comfortable outside of her door. Those thugs were there; I know their eyes were on me from the other side of their shades. They truly unnerve me, especially since one of their primary jobs is keeping tabs on Neela. I wonder how often they report to Steven throughout a day. Finally, I knock on the door, and Neela doesn’t take long to answer. She sighs, looking relieved, “Thank God it’s you.” She walks back into the room, but I’m too nervous to follow. Neela looks at me again and frowns slightly. “Is everything okay?” There’s a battle raging inside of me: tell her or don’t tell her. I really don’t know what the right move is, but I know a decision has to be made. I shake my head and walk into the room. “Uh, we need to talk. I have something to tell you.” Neela nods at me with an eerie look on her face. She moves to close the door, but a hand stops her. I knew one of the goons would be too eager to interfere. “Leave it open.” His gruff voice causes me to shiver. I’m a bit scared of them and what they are capable of doing. Neela sighs and walks deeper into the room. He stands in the doorway, almost like a human door. His back is to us, but I know he’s listening. “I’m…… I’m not sure how to tell you this or even if I should tell you at all.” Neela sits on the edge of the bed and looks at me. “Talk to me, Mimi. You know you can tell me anything.” My heart is beating in my chest, and my breathing has gotten heavy. I’m so damn nervous right now. “Iyay adhay otay ogay ackbay otay ethay ierpay astlay ightnay. iyay……iyay awsay evenstay erethay….. (I had to go back to the pier last night. I…..I saw Steven there…..)” Neela’s eyes never leave mine and I can’t help but think that I’m about to destroy her. Iyay awsay evenstay ithway omeonesay. Ehay asway, ellway, ehay asway ettinggay eadhay (I saw Steven there with someone. He was, well, he was getting head). “ I notice the thug flinch as I speak. I think he may know pig Latin, and that doesn’t work for me. I look at Neela, expecting anger or sadness. I get neither, but I do get an emotion. I get amusement from her. Neela starts to smile, and her eyes light up. I look around the room, looking for a hidden camera or something. I must be getting pranked because this is not a normal reaction to the news I just gave. Neela tries to compose herself, and I’m starting to feel a bit dizzy. “I’m sorry, really. I’m glad you felt you could tell me.” Neela pats the bed next to her, and I slowly approach. I sit beside her and keep my eyes trained on the thug in the doorway. “Evenstay eatschay oftenyay. I’myay actuallyyay adglay ehay oesday, ityay eesfray may omfray anyyay obligationsyay Steven cheats often. I’m glad he does; it frees me from any obligations). My eyes would fall out of my head if they got any bigger. Neela pats my hand and gets up. She moves around the room while I’m stuck in a daze. She stands in front of me, snapping her fingers. When I finally come back to reality, I look up at her. “We should probably go, or we will be late. I know they’ll wait, but I don’t want to be that type of diva model.” I nod and stand, following Neela out. We get into the limo, and it takes off toward the pier. I didn’t expect this type of reaction to my news, nor did I expect her to respond how she did. Her marriage is not at all what it seems from afar. I would have never guessed the infidelity or the abuse. She’s too sweet for that type of life, and I wonder how she survives it all. As we pull up the pier, I remember a piece of information I forgot to tell her. “Uh, about earlier, there’s something I forgot to tell you.” Neela looks at me, and I know the thugs are listening. “What is it?” “She….it was that lady you said you know that works with Nokio.” ~Neela~ The air leaves my body, and it feels like I’m going to breathe my last breath at any moment. Natalia? Natalia was the woman with Steven? How is that even possible? How do they know each other? I’m not sure what I look like, but if it mirrors how I feel, then I know it isn’t good. “Neela? Are you okay?” I slowly turn and look at Mia, the concern all over her face. “I….I….are you sure? Are you sure that’s…. that’s what you saw?” Mia nods slowly, and my mind is reeling. The limo door opens, and a hand awaits my embrace. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. As I let it out, I grab the hand and climb out of the limo. Neela follows me out, and I look toward the pier. I have a job to do, no matter how I feel. I need to get myself together and focus on what I’m getting paid to do. I hold my head high and walk alongside Mia. I nod and greet those that I come across. I always hated hearing those stories about the stuck-up models. The ones where they feel they’re too good to talk to non-models. I always try to be friendly and polite. I want people to want to work for me and with me. As we get closer to the clothing tent, her voice almost stops me in my tracks. She’s ordering people around and laughing. It isn’t that she was with my husband; well, it is partly. The issue there is that she’d be with a married man, but then again, maybe she didn’t know he was married. Perhaps he didn’t tell her; I mean, he rarely wears a ring. What really gets me is that she’s cheating on such a great guy like Evan. He deserves so much after all I’ve put him through. The last thing he should have to deal with is a cheating partner. What about Cooper in this scenario? I imagine he and Natalia are close, so what would he do if they split up? The anger is building inside me, and I need a way to let it out. We walk into the tent, and Mia starts to go through my rack. Each outfit is marked so I know when I need to put it on. I have to get everyone out so I can change. “Neela…” My name coming out of her mouth makes my stomach churn. I swallow and turn to look at her. I know I can get through this; all I have to do is put in the effort. I believe that and hold on to it until my eyes land on her. She has a big, fresh hickey on her neck, and I see red.
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