A Day With Blake Part 1

                                    

                                          
It's sad when you realize you
Aren't important to
Someone as you thought you were

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"Amara Susanna Miles, what is this?" Tiara burst into Amara's room, brandishing her tablet, fury etched across her face as she threw it at her.
Puzzled, Amara picked up the tablet and read the article. "It looks like Amara and Anthony Blake have a history," it claimed, accompanied by an intimate photo of Anthony catching her as she fell.
"And that's all you have to say?" Tiara exclaimed, frustration boiling over. "For heaven's sake, it's the front page! It was supposed to be me and Anthony, not you two. All they talk about is you! Couldn't you let me have one day to myself?" Tears welled in her eyes.
Amara finished her makeup, then turned to her little sister, feeling a pang of guilt. She hadn't meant to steal Tiara's spotlight; she didn't even want to be here. It wasn't her fault the press latched onto her moment with Anthony. All she wanted was to go home and forget this chaos. 
Sitting beside Tiara, she gently took her hand, trying to offer comfort. Sometimes, she thought, her sister could be so dramatic, but Amara understood the pressure she felt. "I didn't mean for this to happen, Tiara," she said softly, hoping to bridge the gap between them.
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"Look, don't pay attention to what they say. They jump to their own conclusions. Didn't I tell you not everything you read is true? Wipe those tears and get ready; we have a wedding to plan for," Amara said, forcing a smile.
Tiara quickly dried her eyes and stood up. "You're right. They only write about you because they don't know anything about Anthony and me. They want you to look like the bad guy, and I must say, they did a hell of a job." With that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Amara jumped at the sound, taken aback by the force of the closure. 
"Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed into her pillow, frustrated. She hadn't heard Natasha enter.
"Someone's having a bad morning," Natasha said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She studied her younger sister, noticing the change; Amara wasn't smiling like she used to, and that worried her. Ever since Natasha moved to Paris, their bond had weakened—fewer calls, no visits, no shared holidays. She sensed something was wrong but didn't want to push; Amara would open up when she was ready.
"That girl is driving me crazy," Amara mumbled, still face down. Natasha gently pulled her up.
"What has she done now?" she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
"Well, she's claiming I stole her spotlight last night just because that picture of Anthony catching me when I fell made the front page," Amara replied, rolling her eyes.
Natasha laughed. "We all know how she loves the spotlight. She's madly in love with him, and this just adds fuel to the fire."
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Amara looked at Natasha in shock. Tiara is in love with Anthony? How could this be real? The thought pierced her heart like a knife, a sharp ache that felt like someone was stabbing her repeatedly.
"When did this happen?" she asked, curiosity laced with dread.
"It all happened in Paris. Don't you remember?" Natasha replied, raising an eyebrow. Amara tried to recall but drew a blank.