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neymar was seething when he received a phone call from his sister, informing him of his future wife's plans for their wedding. more specifically, who she was still inviting, even after everything rafaella filled him in on.
"luara," he called through the house, swiping his tongue over his teeth, jogging down the stairs.
she was seated on the couch, pulling a yves saint laurent heel on that he'd bought her as a gift. once she heard him say 'luara' and not 'lua', she braced herself for an argument, exhaling, "what is it, baby?"
he approached her, "you still want to invite kaila? are you joking?"
luara sighed. she knew rafaella might've said something, it was in her nature, but she wasn't mad at her. she'd never been mad at rafaella, "she's my friend."
"who pointed her finger in your face and said she was better off without you, and she'd take your man whilst she's at it?" he stood in front of her, grinding his teeth together. after what he heard, there was no way she was going to their wedding. if he had to stop the wedding just to stop her coming, he would.
"yeah, i get the first part, but taking my man? neymar, you know full well i wouldn't let her do that, and neither would you." she tied one heel on, taking the other in her hand. she looked up at him, watching him bubble with furious rage, "why are you getting so angry? you don't have to talk to her."
he shook his head, shrugging, "neither do you. from what rafa told me, she's barely spoke two words to you since. why aren't you sending her back to where she came from?"
she huffed, sticking her tongue to the side of her mouth. she couldn't be bothered to talk about it anymore. she'd already spoken about it with her mother, nadine, and rafaella, so she had no energy to do it again with neymar. especially since she knew how he would react, "help me with my shoes, ney."
he breathed heavily for a moment, before rolling his eyes and bobbing down, putting her heel on for her, "where are you going, linda?"
considering his reaction to her attending their wedding, she paused on her answer. she knew he'd yell, and shout, but when his eyes flicked up to hers for an answer, she had to respond, "i'm going to kaila's hotel. i'm gonna go see her."
"unless it's to tell her she's not going to our wedding, then no, you're not." he stopped what he was doing, leaving her shoe halfway done, standing, "you're not having anything to do with her anymore, luara. you're not just gonna let her speak to you as if she's something she made of herself."
"you don't know her." she lifted her knee, finishing tying her shoe herself, "stop acting like you do."
she stood and turned to leave, but he didn't let her. she grew annoyed now. she didn't want him speaking to her like her mother did when she mentioned going to see neymar, it made her angry, and irritated.
