Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 175 The Garden

*Trisha*

Madison Square Garden, often called "The Garden" or MSG, is what we have all been waiting for. Tonight, this room will come alive. Not one seat unclaimed. A sold out show. And though I am nervous about telling Nate the surprise I had planned, feeling the silent energy while standing in this venue, I know Nate will be cool with it.

"Wow, look at this place!!" Casey's eyes are as wide as saucers as everyone enters the arena. 

"This is it, playboy! This is what you've been waiting for!" I climb up onto the stage. It was set up days ago, everything is in place and waiting for this week.  "Can I tell you a secret?" 

I take a deep breath and grab Nate's arm with both hands.

"What's that, love?" He looks down at me with soft eyes.

"You know how we told you both tonight and tomorrow night are sold-out shows??"

 "Yeaahh?"

"Well. I kind of lied." I smirk, and he squints his eyes at me. Ok, here it goes. "Nate. We're here for seven days. You sold out FIVE shows. FIVE!"

"WHAT?!" He gasps, and everyone's eyes are on him now. He's excited. Happy. Thank GOD. "How am I just hearing about this now??"

"It just... happened. I mean, you had already sold out your two nights here. Then Leslie had the idea, worked some magic behind the scenes while you were in The Avalon, but no one said a word until yesterday. The announcement dropped at 8 am yesterday morning, and you were sold out within the first hour. Sooo, she added a day. Then another. And before we even had time to process it, all five shows were completely sold out. All while we were on the road."

"Holy Shit Trisha!" Nate's eyes water and the expression on his face is something I will never forget. He smacks a hard kiss on my lips and smiles.

"But that's ok, right? I mean... You won't have a day off like you usually do...I was trying to get rid of that extra 'fluff' you were talking about with Richard, so you could focus on doing what you love. Performing. But....that didn't work, did it?" I second-guess myself, but he pulls me in for a tight hug.

"Are you kidding? This is fucking awesome! A dream come true!" Nate buries his head in my shoulder, and I melt into his arms.

"And we're all staying at The Plaza Hotel right near Central Park. You, of course, have the Penthouse Suite. Just you. Mila has her own venues to be at for fashion week. She's staying with her entourage at a hotel in Greenwich Village, closer to where she will be working, and her shows will be over the same day as your final concert, which works out perfectly. Everything is falling into place." I continue.

"It really is. This is unbelievable." His eyes wander around the room, taking it all in. "This is really happening." His lips graze my ear when he whispers, still holding me in his arms.

"This is really happening, Playboy." 

"Good luck tonight, Nate." Mila ruins our moment, now standing on the stage right next to us. Nate lets go of me, and I lose the warmth of his body. "- uh. Go.  Devo preparami"

Nate looks at me, but I shrug, not able to translate what she said this time, so Mila pulls out her phone and talks into it.

"I need to get ready."

"Oh yeah, of course. Good luck to you, too." He smiles brightly at Mila, who then throws her arms around him and whispers something in his ear. I caught the "I'm proud of you" part but didn't understand the rest. Neither did Nate but it didn't stop him from fucking hugging her back. For the first time in a long time, I understand how Julia feels. Granted, we aren't together, but seeing Mila hug him puts a jealous pit in my stomach. Just because- Hello? It's Mila Fucking Giovanni!