That night Nikki took a cab to the mansion in the valley to get more of her personal belongings. Daniel was working over. Walking in the bedroom she saw Ali Mills going through her walk-in closet. "What the hell are you doing in my room? Don't you have your snooty rich parents to go mooch off of?"
Ali turned around. "Daniel said I can find something to wear tonight to the country club. My stuff is in storage. We're having dinner." Ali continued going through her stuff.
"You have five seconds to get out of my room. My stuff and this room are off limits. And, so is my husband." Nikki grabbed a dress from her hand.
"Daniel will never be over me. You might as well get used to it."
"As long as he's my husband, that is none of your concern. Go back to the guest house before I kick your ass all over this room." Nikki looked down pulling the Louboutin heals off her. "These are mine!"
"Fine. Aren't you supposed to be in Reseda playing with the rats in your apartment?" Ally laughed and walked out.
Nikki packed up as much as she could carry. Most of her things were already moved out. Exiting the house placing her bags on the curb Daniel pulled up. Getting out of the Range Rover he walked over. "Nikki, baby. You don't have to do that."
"You don't have to hurt me either but you do. Daniel, what is happening to us? We used to be happy."
He walked over looking at her. Looking back at the house he smiled seeing Ali in the window. She noticed and sat down on the curb to wait for the taxi. "Just go to her. That's what you want anyway."
He looked back at the woman on the ground. "Give me the jewelry box."
"What?" She looked up hurt.
"You won't be needing that in Reseda."
"Daniel, you gave me this for our anniversary when we went to Okinawa. It has the pearls you gave me." She teared up. It was the last time she remembered him being nice to her in a long time. The trip was meant to be a new start.
"I know. I don't want you to take it to the pawn shop like some trash." He took it from her. Nikki struggled to hold on.
"No Daniel. Please! Not this. It's our special box." She fell down crying.
He looked around the street. "Stop, your making a scene. Get up. Stop acting like a fool. Here's your taxi. I will bring the rest of your things to work tomorrow. Give me your house key."
"Daniel Larusso! No! Why?"
"Till you get your head right, I don't think you should be able to get in my house." he reached out to take them.
She threw them across the street. "Choke on them you bastard!"
"I have dinner plans. Get your things and go. I don't want the neighbors talking."