Barbie's POV
Apparently my guess was quite accurate.
Knowing that Laura Stern didn't care about her daughter and her father wasn't available right now, we were the only ones could help Jemma recover.
Currently, Jemma was in our hotel room....still unconscious in bed, the doctor discharged her early...saying that it was better if she would rest...and eat properly....without throwing it up.
"What are we going to do with her?" Stella asked as I continued to pace in the room.
"Duh...we are going to help her," Patricia replied firmly and then she got up from her chair, "For God's sake! She has bulimia. We can't leave her like this."
I sighed. There she said it.
The moment I spotted the two boxes of pizza and two bags of chips, I knew that she was bulimic.
And the doctor confirmed my suspicions.
I'm not really surprised. With a mother like that....Pressuring her to lose weight....it was something that was bound to happen at some point.
"Besides....she can give us the information we need."
I turned around and faced Cassandra's deadpan facial expression and raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged and didn't say anything else.
I sighed and cleared my throat.
"Well....yeah....that, too," I added awkwardly.
I glanced at Patricia. I knew that the Patricia's goal wasn't just winning the competition for Nikki anymore. She wanted to help Jemma.
Given her past, that's quite understandable.
"For now, we can't overwhelm her too much," Ken stated before he wrapped an arm around my waist, "We need to gain her trust, or else she won't tell us anything."
So we all left the bedroom in which Jemma was resting.
Renee and Daisy were eating lunch in the kitchen....and as usual it was pizza.
Sarah, Stella and Teresa were watching TV....while gossiping about....whatever.
I sat down on the sofa beside Teresa.
"Whatcha guys watching?" I asked.
"Spy movie," Sarah replied as she continued to chew on her popcorn.
"How is it?" I asked as I stole some popcorn from Stella.
Stella glared at me for a moment but didn't protest. "It sucks! What kind of evil mastermind would build an entire base in some abandoned island?!"
Teresa chuckled and nodded. "Very true. Building a base or a headquarters in an abandoned island isn't the smartest move," Teresa pointed out, "It's a waste of money for the bad guys. It raises suspicions and if by any chance they get traced by the law enforcement agents, it's game over. They'll be surrounded and they'll have nowhere to go."
I couldn't help but chuckle. Of course the spy movies aren't entirely based on truth. Most of them are overdramatized for the sake of making more money.
"And what kind of idiot goes to a mission...to an abandoned island for a rescue mission without backup?" Sarah huffed, "As horrible as these minions are at shooting, without any backup...even the most skilled agent wouldn't last longer than two minutes before being blown up to pieces."
I couldn't help but laugh.
They are really taking these movies way too seriously. They're not even supposed to be that accurate.
"They're literally bunch of fictional movies," Cassandra stated, "The accuracy isn't really the point. The point is to entertain the viewers and to get more ratings. The more ratings it gets the more cash they'll get."
As they were talking about the topic of the spy movies, movie companies and whatnot, I noticed someone wasn't there with us.
"Did you guys see Nikki?" I asked before I stood up.
Everyone else stopped what they were doing and stared at me.
"She's in her bedroom....working on the dresses for tomorrow," Daisy replied.
With that, I decided to check on Nikki and see how she was doing.
When I reached her room I knocked on the door and entered the room.
Surely Nikki was busy sewing the dresses with her
"Hey, Nikki.... how's everything going?" I asked.
Nikki turned around and smiled.
"You're here just on time," Nikki smiled as she rubbed her hands together, "The last round of the competition is tomorrow. And the theme is...a bit more complicated. It should be inspired clothes by huge celebrities."
Then I glanced at all the dresses she prepared.
They all looked stunning, regal and royal....yet a bit familiar looking, too.
Then she pulled out a dress from her closet that was placed in a cover.
"However this one....is my main masterpiece for the show...which you'll be wearing it," she explained and then removed the cover.
I stared at the stunningly beautiful off shoulder neckline black dres. It was more modern looking than the original dress and it was more Nikki's style...but I still could guess which dress she got inspired by.
"Ohh my God," I gasped in excitement, "Is this....1994...Diana's revenge dress?"
Nikki chuckled and nodded.
"Sure it is," she replied, "And all the dresses I made for tomorrow are inspired by Princess Diana's clothes and jewelries. But with this dress....you'll steal the show."
"I think you should try it on."
I turned around and saw everyone else in the room.
"You'll look dashing in that dress...believe me," Cassandra smirked then she leaned closer, "And there's a banana cupcake who'll love you in this."
I averted my gaze, blushing hysterically.
I cleared my throat.
"Sure, I'll try on the dress."
I picked up the dress and walked into the dressing room.
After I took off my t-shirt and my jeans I started to strip. I put on the black lace Pantyhose leggings first. Then I carefully put on the dress.
I looked over at the mirror and checked out the dress. It fitted perfectly.
Then I put on the pair of black high heels and then I put on the sapphire looking necklace and earrings.
I do look breathtaking!
With that I headed out.
"Ohh my gosh. It looks great on you," Patricia smiled and winked.
But right then the door was opened and Ken entered
"Guys....Jemma woke up. You need to–" he stopped mid sentence and he stared at me with his jaw dropped for a moment. Then he blushed hysterically.
I couldn't help but smile and wave a little.
At that moment I blushed, too....realizing that this dress...as iconic as it was...it was quite a revealing dress.
After a minute, Ken approached me.
"No. You can't be wearing this for the show tomorrow."
I frowned upon hearing that.
"But why?" Renee asked, "It looks sooo good on her."
Ken rolled his eyes. "Exactly! Every single man will be staring at my girlfriend. And I'm going to have to claw out their eyeballs!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
He's sooooo cute when he's jealous.
Then he wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Umm....as cute as you two are right now, didn't you say Jemma woke up?" Cassandra interrupted our moment.
"You guys go ahead," I told them, "I'm gonna change out of this dress first."
I was kinda worried that something would happen to the dress and I didn't want to cause Nikki troubles.
Then I walked back to the dressing room and started to carefully undress. And I put on my shirt and jeans. Then I put the dress back in its cover.
Better to be safe than sorry.
Then I headed towards the room where Jemma was in.
"What in...the world....is going on?" Jemma groaned in pain, holding her hand, "Where am I?"
She looks awful! Didn't her parents notice anything?
"You fainted in the bathroom," Patricia explained gently.
Ken gave her a glass of water...which she took it without throwing a fit.
She seems too drained to argue with us.
"The doctor said that you have to take your medicine after each meal," I explained to her.
Then she stared at us for a moment, looking puzzled. "Why are you guys being nice to me?" Jemma asked, "I was rude to you all from the day one. So what changed?"
Well....I expected her to ask questions...but not this soon.
But before any of us could respond Patricia placed a hand over her shoulder.
"Because I know first-hand how it feels like to have no one by your side."
Jemma rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"What do you mean?" she demanded, "You didn't have a parent shaming you in front of so many people, did you?"
Patricia didn't say anything. She just shrugged. She really isn't comfortable talking about it openly.
Jemma's eyes went wide in shock and then she cleared her throat.
"Ohh.....sorry," she replied.
Wait....did she just....apologize?
"You need to rest. We'll come back to check on you," Cassandra stated. Then we were about to leave her to rest.
"Wait!" Jemma called, "I know you guys want to know who's sabotaging you to lose the competition. I'll tell you everything."
Well....that was....unexpected to say the least.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry again for not updating in a long time. This week was crazily hectic. I had four exams in five days....with little to zero time to study.
So I made this chapter longer than always to make up for the long delay.
Another reason was that I really wanted to pay a tribute to the late Princess of Wales, Diana Spencer. She was a very remarkable woman and she'll never be forgotten.
Princess Diana had a very remarkable fashion sense and her revenge dress was one of the most iconic dresses ever!
The third...and the most important reason...is that one of my dear friends is struggling and she is having a very difficult time. I made this chapter longer to cheer her up. And since I can't directly text you, my dear, I'll say it here. I love you. I support you. You got this and you'll get through with this. Remember you are stronger than what you think. Hard time will pass but you'll come out stronger than ever. And I'm always here on your side.
That's it for today. Next chapter will be coming out soon