"So, tell me, how were you feeling in that moment before your phone rang?" The therapist inquired gently, guiding the private session with Zoya.
Zoya took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting nostalgia and vulnerability. "It felt like old times, you know? Living together, having dinner without arguments, seeing that sweet side of Monet, and just having fun with each other. It felt like something we had lost along the way," she admitted, the weight of those emotions evident in her voice.
"Tell me more about how you saw Monet. How did seeing her like that make you feel?" The therapist probed gently.
Zoya took a moment to reflect, focusing on a distant memory. "When she took care of that problem with Drew for me, it felt the same as when we were in high school. I was feeling alone and helpless, but then out of nowhere, she came out and saved the day by getting rid of him for good. I felt safe, which was the first time I had ever felt that way. It also showed me that there was more to her than being pretty and mean," Zoya reminisced, the emotions of that pivotal moment resurfacing.
Before the therapist could inquire further, Zoya stood up and began pacing as she rambled on. "The way she looked when she explained, she stopped him again. She got into that protective mode where if she sees someone she cares for in a bad situation, she will use all her resources to ensure they don't get hurt again. I know it's considered anti-feminist to say this, but I liked being rescued by Monet. When she defends or protects me, I feel seen because sometimes I didn't feel seen."
"Is that why you pursued a career in modeling? To be seen?" the therapist interjected.
Zoya frowned, not appreciating the therapist's question. "Well, that sounds very vain."
"I mean, you mentioned not feeling seen, and now you're an international model, showcased worldwide on billboards and magazine covers, and just the other day, I saw your photo in Bergdorf's. Do you still have the issue of not feeling seen?" the therapist inquired further.
"Sometimes, with my dad and sister, that's a whole other problem," Zoya said, avoiding further elaboration.
"Alright, going back to what you felt with Monet, do you want to explore those feelings again? Do you believe something is still there, or was it déjà vu?" the therapist inquired.
"Pursue my feelings? It was just a moment," Zoya asserted in denial. "I am extremely busy, and I can't entertain those thoughts. There's already a lot happening with Julien's wedding, and after that, I'll be overseas for a couple of weeks for work. I need to stay focused."
"Julien's wedding? I thought you were no longer invited?" The therapist questioned.
"I got reinvited. Monet talked to Julien and offered to miss the wedding so that I could attend and keep Julien and Audrey stress-free from worrying if we were going to ruin this event as well."
"So, Monet came to the 'rescue' again and helped ensure you and your sister are reunited for the wedding." The therapist hummed approvingly as she made notes on her notepad.
"It was not like that. I'm sure Monet did not want to go to that wedding anyway. She kept complaining even way before all this happened, like how she got mad at Julien for not letting the tailors cut a thigh-high slit on her bridesmaid's dress. Monet did not do that for me," Zoya continued, defensive in her tone.
"Alright, our time is up, but Zoya, I strongly encourage you to delve deeper into your feelings. Take some time to reflect on the emotions stirred during those moments with Monet. Keep an open mind and be aware of the possibility of unresolved emotions resurfacing. Addressing these feelings is crucial, as they could impact your overall well-being and relationships," the therapist advises Zoya before the session concludes.
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Hayran KurguMonet let out a mocking laugh. "That's rich. Zoya, please spare us the humble act. You may be a model now, but you are certainly no actress." "Well, at least I can hold my liquor," Zoya teased, hinting at Monet's notorious attitude after a few drink...