"No, it's not a lie," Nichole said, her eyes hardening. "And I don't care what you think about it. Max and I are happy, and that's all that matters. I'm sorry if this upsets you, but I'm not going to let your feelings stand in the way of my happiness."Carmela felt like she'd been punched in the gut. Nichole's words were like a knife to her heart, and she felt the sting of betrayal. How could Nichole do this to her?Carmela let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm happy for you and Max," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm not happy that my husband married my best friend. There's a lot you haven't told me, it seems."Nichole's face remained impassive. "There's a lot we need to talk about," she said, her voice cold. "But I'm not going to do it out here.”Max cleared his throat, his eyes darting between the two women. "This is really uncomfortable," he said, his voice strained. "I just want us all to be able to get along. Can we please just try to s
The sun had begun to set, and the evening light was streaming through the kitchen window. Max was busy preparing dinner, when he heard the front door open and close. He turned, a smile on his face, as he saw Nichole walk into the room."Hey!" he said, his tone warm and friendly. "I thought you were still angry at me.”Nichole let out a small laugh, her eyes sparkling. "I figured it would be of no use to do so," she said, her tone playful."Okay, I’m making dinner," Max said, a small smile on his face. "You're my fiancée, and you live here. Wanna join me?”Nichole let out a small huff, her lips pursed in annoyance. "You're not yourself anymore," she said, her voice sounding a little annoyed. "Ever since Carmela came to live here, you've been different. You used to call me every time you were going to cook. Now, you just do it without asking. What's going on?"“I’m calling you now..” Max sighed, the smile on his face fading. "You have nothing to worry about," he said, his tone gentle.
Nichole's face was red with anger as she glared at Carmela. "What in the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Have you forgotten that Max is going to be my husband? Why would you lick something off of his lips?"Carmela's eyes widened, and she felt her heart sink. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't think."Nichole stood up, her hands balled into fists."It's not a big deal," Max said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "Nichole, it was an accident. There's no need to get so worked up." He let out a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.But Nichole was having none of it. She was fuming with anger and jealousy, and she glared at Carmela. "No, it's not enough," she said, her voice shaking. "You need to leave my house. Now."Max's expression turned serious, and he looked from one woman to the other.As Carmela stood up, Max stepped in front of her, blocking her way. "You don't need to go anywh
The sight of Mr. Atom sent a jolt of adrenaline through Carmela's body. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with the same dark hair and piercing blue eyes as Max. He looked more older than she remembered, but his presence was still commanding."Hello, Nichole," he said, his voice low and deep."Oh, you're here," Nichole said, her voice sounding surprisingly steady. "Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?""I'm sorry, but I can't stay," Mr. Atom said, his expression serious. "I have somewhere I need to be.""But you can't leave yet," Nichole said, her voice rising slightly. "I need to talk to you, about Max. Please, just stay for a little while."Mr. Atom hesitated, his gaze shifting between Nichole and the door.“O-okay..” he sighed. “What is it this time?”Carmela's curiosity was piqued - she couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Atom and Nichole were discussing. It must be something important, otherwise they wouldn't be speaking so quietly.Carmela decided to get up and m
After a few moments of sitting in a daze, Nichole gathered her things and got up from the table. She walked slowly towards the exit of the restaurant, her legs feeling like lead. As she reached the door, she paused for a moment, looking back at the table where she had just been sitting with Mr. Atom. She felt a pang of loss and regret, but she knew she had to leave. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping out into the light.Meanwhile, at another table in the restaurant, Carmela had been sitting alone, eavesdropping on the conversation between Mr. Atom and Nichole. When she heard Mr. Atom and Nichole leave, she stood up, her mind whirling. What had she just heard? Was it true? She felt like she needed to talk to someone, and there was only one person she could think of. She rushed out of the restaurant and headed to Sarah's apartment.Carmela climbed out of the cab, her hands shaking as she paid the driver. She walked quickly towards Sarah's apartment building
After Andrew left, Carmela followed Sarah into the living room. Sarah's parents, John and Martha, were sitting on the couch, and they greeted the girls with wide smiles. "It's so good to see you again!" John said, standing up to give them each a hug. "We've missed you both.""It's so good to be back," Carmela replied, hugging John and Martha. "This place still feels like home."Martha laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Well, you're always welcome here," she said.Sarah led Carmela into the dining room, where a delicious-smelling meal was waiting for them. The table was set with china and silverware, and the whole room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight."I hope you're hungry!" Martha said, smiling as they sat down at the table. "We have plenty of food, and we're so happy to have you here.""We're so grateful to be here," Carmela said, looking around the table at Sarah, John, and Martha.As they began to eat, conversation flowed easily. The four of them talked about everything fro
"We should go see a doctor," Max said, worry etched on his face. "This isn't normal, and it could be serious.""No, I'm fine," Carmela said, her voice stubborn. "I just need to be alone for a while. Please, just leave me alone."Max hesitated, but he could hear the pleading in her voice. He turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He went back to the living room and sat on the couch, feeling helpless.As Max sat on the couch, a thought crossed his mind. What if Carmela was pregnant? He remembered what the doctor had told him days ago, about the effects of the memory wiping on her body. Could that be the cause of her sudden nausea? He stood up and called out to her. "Carm?" he said, his voice tentative. "I think I know what's going on. I'll be back soon."Carmela didn't respond, and Max left the apartment, feeling hopeful and a little nervous.Carmela sat on the bathroom floor, cursing herself for ruining the moment. She had been so close to kissing Max, but then he
Suddenly, the music in the room changed from background noise to an actual song, slow and romantic. George looked at Carmela and said, "Would you like to dance?"Carmela's heart jumped into her throat. "Oh, I don't know," she said, her voice coming out a little squeaky. "I'm not much of a dancer.""That's okay," George said, reaching for her hand. "We'll just move slowly.”Carmela hesitated for a moment, then let George take her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. As they started to move, Carmela felt her feet stumble a bit, but George held her close and guided her gently. Soon, they were swaying slowly to the music, Carmela's nerves slowly dissipating."This isn't so bad, is it?" George asked, a smile playing on his lips."No, it's not bad at all," Carmela said, relaxing into the dance.As the music continued, the dance floor filled up with other couples, all moving to the slow beat of the song. George and Carmela glided around the room, their feet moving in time with the