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A restless Nikki tosses and turns in bed. She's stayed in her room ever since returning from the bar with the other Angels. And not due to a particularly bad hangover. She had much less to drink than the others.
She curses to herself. That encounter with Sheila Foster affected her more than she could have possibly imagined. But why? She just couldn't understand it. She was clear in her mind on what she went to that bar to do. Piss Sheila off. Get in her head. Beat her up with her friends. Simple Divine Angel business as usual. Yet she just couldn't do it.
She sits up in bed and with a scream, tosses a pillow across a bedroom bigger than the Dublin apartment she and her sister once lived in. Why? Why couldn't she do what needed to be done ahead of the biggest match of her career? She grits her teeth. Cassie would never miss an opportunity to gain an advantage like that. And who knows what Madame Divine would make of this...
She thinks back on her actions that evening. She and Sapphire had discussed using their Lonelyfans income to buy the bar. Nikki was sure Sheila would be upset by the idea of her favourite bar being owned by a Kade. But instead she bought Nikki a drink and was so friendly... so easy to talk to afterward. Almost like how Nikki always imagined her mo-
>Mummy issues?
"SHUT UP!" Nikki screams, as for the first time in weeks a familiar voice pipes up from the deep recesses of her mind. She sits up in bed, breathing heavily. Damn. Could it really be something like that? She sighs.
There's a knock on her bedroom door. "Are you alright in there, Madame Kade?" asks one of the servants.
"I will be," she mutters. "I will be."
