Cleo was shocked by the news that her sister had collapsed at her audition, and waited anxiously with her father for Nefera to be returned home. She honestly did feel bad for her sister, but she reasoned that it was Nefera's own fault, really - their father had warned her about not eating before going out today, hadn't he?

Several servants were sent to the agency to bring Nefera home.

They did their job as fast as they could, knowing that the situation was extremely serious.

It wasn't the first time Nefera fainted though. She had fainted several times in the past. An embarrassing moment was enough to make her lose control. The servants knew that by now.

When they arrived in the palace, they brought Nefera to her bedroom, just like they did in Milan, Scaris and the many other cities she had fainted in. Nefera had still not awakened when Cleo came to sit next to her sister's bed.

Meanwhile, Ramses was in his office, having a telephone conversation with the agency-guy. Nefera was unable to talk in her current state, but Ramses had to know what had happened!

Honestly, he also wanted to know what was with the job now. Did Nefera get it?

Cleo didn't know about her sister's previous fainting escapades at her various modelling events. Obviously she had left those out whenever she had called home to talk about her achievements.

Naturally, Cleo was worried. Her sister was evil, absolutely and irrevocably, but it was still sort of scary to think of something happening to her. Left alone waiting for Nefera to come to while her father made his phone call, she reached out and took the unconscious princess' hand.

It was some minutes until Nefera woke up. She seemed to be weak and only opened her eyes to close them a second later.

Nefera remembered that she went to the audition and that they wanted to see her skills. She also remembered the horrible things that had happened after she was called to leave the waiting room. But what had happened after it? She was just gone, without any memory left. Did they like her? Did she get the job?

Nefera hoped that it was a nightmare, but the fact that she wore the dress she wanted to wear for the audition, and that Cleo sat there and hold her hand made her know what had happened.

After realizing that she had actually fainted, Nefera sat up on her bed in shock. She felt highly embarrassed, but also weak. Cleo had seen her birthmark scar already, but Nefera hid it with her hand, no longer allowing Cleo to hold it.

Honestly, she just felt like crying.

Cleo stood from her chair when Nefera pulled her hand away. "I'll go and fetch daddy, tell him you're awake."

"No, no!" Nefera said quickly. She had honestly no idea how her father felt about the whole situation. Nefera fainted at her audition, she surely didn't get the job! The guy waiting for her was angry at her, everyone saw her birthmark and there were many models prettier than Nefera. It was probably a model thinner than her who got the job…

Her father was probably so angry! Nefera was scared of disappointing Ramses and she was scared of being yelled at by him! She turned to Cleo to stop her from fetching their dad.

"What happened to me?" She asked. Maybe Cleo's answer would help Nefera to know what her father was thinking.

"You collapsed while you were away at your appointment, do you remember? Some of the servants brought you home." Cleo decided that she would wait for Nefera to feel somewhat better before telling her that it was her own fault for not eating properly. "Daddy was really worried. He's just calling the agency to find out the full story."

"F-find out the full story?! There… No! I don't want that! I've just fainted because of the other models! It was their fault! It was me who would have gotten the job! The others there were evil and have manipulated everything! They've tried to kill me! I could have died!"

Just like so often, Nefera was freaking out over a situation. She was yelling and pointing at random things in the room, trying to find a good version of the story. Nefera was unable to know what were lies and what were truths sometimes. Especially now. She really hoped that nobody had seen her unconscious in her servants' arms! What would the people think?! And what would daddy think after hearing the lies this agency-peasant told him?!

Cleo severely doubted that the other models had tried to kill her sister. But still, with her reputation in the modelling world, anything was possible. "I really think we should tell daddy that you're awake, Nefera. Then you can ask him what was said on the phone."

Nefera placed a hand on her forehead and leaned back. "You can be glad I'm still alive."

Cleo didn't need to call Ramses because he walked into the room all by himself. "My daughter," he said to Nefera after seeing she was awake.

It was time to be overdramatic again. "Father! Finally you are here! You won't believe what happened!" Nefera tried not to say too much, because she didn't know how much her father knew about the story so far.

"Why don't you explain then, Nefera? I'm sure we'll learn more of the truth from you than the talent scouts anyway, won't we sister?" Cleo chimed in, almost mockingly. She was interested to hear how different Nefera's version of events would be to their father's.

Nefera looked over to her sister, sending her an I-will-murder-you view. Cleo didn't have a soul. Nefera could have died and her sister wouldn't have cared. Nefera was sure, Cleo was evil enough to make fun of her sister, even after her death!

"I arrived at the appointment and everyone was impressed how punctual I was. I took place in the waiting room and looked at the other models. It was obvious that I was better than every single one of them. I saw how jealously they looked at me. When I was the next one to show my walk, some of the other models grabbed me and didn't let me go. They were insane, really. I tried to push them away, but I didn't want to overreact, you know me, father. I am a peaceful person. I quietly asked them to let me go, but they didn't want to. A talent scout, whatever this commoner was called, came in and was totally rude to me for taking five seconds longer! I do not remember what happened later. I was unconscious, so maybe one of these models hit me? It would be probable, really."

Who was best at telling lies? Neferaaaa!

Cleo rolled her eyes at her sister's story. "Oh, so you didn't even get the chance to audition? So, you couldn't have gotten the job then?" She looked over to their father, "Is that what they said, daddy? That they've given the job to someone else?"

"They did say that, yes. The ending was different from yours, Nefera. I have heard that the talent scout came in and you were fainting on your own. There were people pointing and laughing at you," Ramses answered as darkly as always. "That is what I have heard."

Nefera's face became red. How could her father say this in front of Cleo?! How could he embarrass his own daughter like that?!

"They must have lied, because that was certainly not how it was." Nefera answered stubbornly. None of this was her fault. These stupid people did just give her father wrong informations!

"I could have laughed at them, they looked less than pathetic, but there was no one laughing at me. Why should they laugh?" Maybe because of the huge scar on your arm?

Cleo shrugged and offered her sister an explaination. "Perhaps you were walking around with toilet paper skewered to your stiletto. Did you remember to check your heels before you went in?"

Or perhaps they had all heard about Nefera's maul trip, complete with bee hive hat and plunger shoes, Cleo thought. She kept the memory to herself, but couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face thinking about it. Truly the best day of her unlife thus far.

Nefera turned to her sister. She would have probably slapped her if their father didn't stand next to them.

"Yes, I DID check my heels! There was nothing on me! Nothing but pure flawlessness!" Her voice changed from angry to sad. "I am very exhausted because of this traumatic incident."

Ramses couldn't understand why Nefera still acted like it wasn't her fault! "I told you to eat before you go!" He yelled.

"But… But daddy! I-I did eat!"

"No, you did NOT eat, Nefera!"

"I didn't faint because of that! It was… It was because of something else…"

Ramses crossed his arms. He didn't seem to believe his daughter. "Why was it then, hmm?"

She sighed, touching her forehead. "I don't know…" Nefera's voice sounded sad and whiny. She felt like a loser.

"Oh, don't tell me you fainted because you were worried about a little criticism." Cleo said mockingly, "You're supposed to be a de Nile, a symbol of perfection."

Honestly, Cleo was loving this. She felt bad for her sister, deep, deep down, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up giving Nefera some of her own medicine; Ra knew Cleo got enough torment from her. It made for a nice change to have their father see that Nefera had faults, too.

Nefera tried to stop herself from it, but she just couldn't. Cleo's words attacked Nefera's ego, which made her FURIOUS! Nefera' was deeply hurt, she felt sadness. To protect her weak inner self, Nefera made sadness into anger. Just like so often.

Nefera aggressively pushed her little sister out of the room, she was far away from being able to control her actions. Luckily, the door was open, because if it was closed, Cleo would have hit her head against it.

Nefera continued pushing and hitting her sister when they were near the stairs, without feeling any mercy or regret. She really tried to throw her little sister down. Cleo, on the other hand, was afraid of falling down backwards and grabbed her sister's shoulders, which only made them both fall together. Nefera on the top, and Cleo on the bottom, backwards.