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All of you are just amazing, I can't believe just how many reviews this has, better than my other stories. Well other story, since I've deleted two of them. I know I'm rambling, so away with the chapter I go. Who knows where it is going, neither do I (don't worry!) 2,213 words :)! This is the longest chapter and I didn't know when to stop, I had to stop myself. I don't want to go too fast!

Chapter 7

Betty shimmied the dress up her legs, pulling the thing straps over her shoulders, a nervous twitch to her hands as she runs them down her curvy body. She smoothed out the piece of black, smooth material. She wanted to make sure that she looked good, although her hands are shaking and her heart is slamming against her ribcage, like an erratic drumbeat of a rock band. Tonight was the night, the night that would make or break Betty Suarez. Her hands shook as she slid the diamond earrings, that Daniel gave her, into the holes in her ears and secured them with the metal backing. She took a deep breath and let it out, her nerves only calming a little bit, her make up having been done already and her hair laying there flat and wet. She didn't know what to do with it, she could always wear it down. Although she would rather have it styled, but she just wasn't that great with hair at all, she could do make up somewhat and she could dress herself up. A flight frown covered her face, but a knock on the door made her give a confused look; Daniel had told her that he was going to meet her at the venue.

"Coming," she called out and made her way to the door, not yet having put on the heels to go with the dress.

She answered the door and seen someone there, someone she doesn't know. Old Betty Suarez kicked in as she felt somewhat uneasy, something she always does around strangers.

"Mr. Meade sent me over here to do your hair," the person spoke, holding up the whole kit that she had, other things around her.

Betty's eyes widened and she opened the door more, "Come in!"

She couldn't believe her boyfriend was still spoiling her, even after she told him not to. Even after she had made him promise her that he wouldn't, how could he just go behind her back and break her trust? If she hadn't made him promise, she would have no problem with this but this is dealing with her trust. She thought that he respected her enough not to break that trust, but he did. She picked up her phone and sent him a message on kik.

Betty S:

Daniel, how could you? I thought you promised you wouldn't send me anything, or pay for anything big.

Daniel M:

Betty what are you talking about? I didn't pay for anything, I don't go back on my promises.

The stylist called Betty back, ready for her. She took a seat, leaving Daniel hanging, and closed her eyes. She could hear the snip of the scissors and she began to get nervous, wanting to open her eyes but the woman said that she had to keep them closed. Her mind thought that it was a little fishy but she just went with it, knowing that Daniel was going to get it later, when she showed up at the venue. On the inside she was pretty much excited and couldn't believe that tonight was the night, where all the planning would come together. She had hoped that it would be a great launch and that they would get many subscribers.

"We're done!" the sylist said, "But I want to wait for you to see it. I have to go and you can call me at this number to thank me."

Betty took the card and thought it was a bit odd that the stylist had to go and didn't want her to look at what she had done to her hair and tell her how she felt. She didn't know how many of them worked, but Hilda reveled in the satisfaction of the clients reaction to the job that she had done. She respected the wishes of the stylist and waited until she was gone before she even looked in the mirror.

The girl pulled out her phone and pressed redial on it, waiting for the person to pick up a smirk on her face, "It's done."

She hung up the phone and put it back into her pocket, walking to the sleek, black car that was parked by the dumpsters and threw the kit into it.

Daniel hadn't heard from Betty and he was beginning to get worried. He tried to message her, but each message would go unanswered. He know that she had read them, the little checkmark had an R sitting there. His heart was beginning to thud against his chest and he had a bad feeling that she was ignoring him. He even had her assistant send a message and she didn't answer that one either; so maybe she isn't ignoring just him. Why would she be ignoring anyone? He was also confused on what she had meant with the messages that she had sent him. Maybe she was confused because she was so nervous, he didn't know. He knew that he had to go and get her, the time was ticking down.

"I'm going to go check on Betty," he told her assistant as he made his way out through the throng of people, all of them enjoying the fine wine that Dunne had supplied for them, chatter filling the room.

Snippets of conversation could be heard, but none of that registered in his mind because he was focused on getting out of there and going to check on his girlfriend. He had a bad feeling that something happened, but what he didn't know yet. His mind raced as he had a car take him to Betty's place and now he's sitting out front of the flats, his heart doing double time as he got out and made his way to her door and knocked on it.

"Betty it's me Daniel, let me in!'

"Go away, Daniel! Didn't you already do enough to hurt me?"

"Hurt you? I would never hurt you! What do you mean by hurting you?"

He frowned as he heard her words and wondered what had gone on, his heart going out to her because she sounded so broken. He took his key out and unlocked the door, knowing that Betty was going to be mad that he has a key to her place; a key that she didn't give him. He needed one just in case if he wanted to surprise her when she comes home. He could hear sniffling and found the noise to see Betty sitting on the floor and her hair was alll different lengths and she was curled into a ball.

"Betty what happened?" He asked as he rushed over to her, trying to pull her into his arms, concern in his eyes.

"Like you don't know!" She snapped at him, pushing him away as she tries to move back, but she didn't get far before his arms were back around her.

"I don't know!"

"You didn't hire someone to come mess up my hair? She posed as a stylist!"

His eyes went wide as he looked to her, "I haven't done anything like that. I kept my promise not to spoil you and lavish you with so many gifts...how could you think I could do this?"

She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her hands, too proud for him to see her so broken. She knew that she shouldn't have blamed him like she did, but she was so scared. Betty knew that Daniel had changed, and it hurt him that she instantly thought he'd do this; what would be his personal gain? She didn't think that he wouldn't have anything to gain by doing this. Her mind was whirling with the thoughts that were flying through it, chewing on her finger nail now, though they tasted like nail polish, the color chipping off. She made a face and that made Daniel chuckle a bit.

"Who would do this?" she asked, finally looking to him with a small frown on her face.

He could see that she was fighting back more tears and that she was trying to be strong. He knew that whoever was doing this was trying to break her down, the person had to have known how self conscious she could be. Right now she looked like a child whose favorite toy was stolen, or broken right before her eyes. She looked so small and fragile. His heart gave a wrench as he felt the lump form in his throat, feeling like it's hard for him to swallow. He felt his own tears wanting to escape his eyes. He felt for his girlfriend and pulled her into his arms, rocking her gently. Daniel knew that he would have to fix this, take her somewhere quick, that was unless she was just not going to go to the launch. He knew that she needed to, he wasn't going to let her put her dreams on hold because someone was obviously trying to sabotage her.

How could someone do that? Was the question that was floating through his mind as his chin rested on the crown of Betty's head, his arms moving up and down her back. He was trying to soothe her even more as her sobs died down; he knew that he was doing his job.

"I don't know who it is. Once I find out who it is, they are going to pay."

"Daniel, you suck at fighting," Betty said, having moved her head to look up at him, her smile on his face. "I'm not going to let this get to me. I'm going to show them that I'm not going to back down. It's going to take a lot more to break Betty Suarez."

A proud grin came across his face as he cupped her cheeks and brought his lips gently to hers, them molding together gently, caressing one another in a sweet kiss. His thumb ran across her cheek in soothing circles that only helped Betty feel much better.

"I know I do, but for you I'd fight until the death," his eyes looked into hers as he gave her that Meade smile of his, something that made her knees weak and made her wonder how she had got so lucky to have him as a best friend turned lover.

"Don't say that. You're not going to die anytime soon, we're going to grow old together and have kids and grandkids..." she trailed off as she implied that one day she wanted to be married to him, it was the truth but she didn't want to scare him off.

"I like the sound of that, baby," he kissed her again but cut it short, "Now lets get that hair fixed and go to that launch."

He got up and held his hand out to her, helping her up off the floor and to the car, which he had paid to wait out there for them. Glad that he had a good paying job, he was making some pretty good money and this was from having his own job and not using his name. Of course he didn't want to do this all his life, he wanted to move up and see how far he could go.

He helped her into the car and got in himself, asking the driver if he could take them to the nearest salon and that he would pay him more when they got back to the place. Daniel Meade was going to have to put his plan into affect now, even earlier than they all had planned. Alexis, his mom, Tyler (And his girlfriend, that is attached to him, Amanda) and even Wilhelmina. Betty didn't know that he had enlisted her to help, if he did she wouldn't want that but he know how she could be. They needed her sneaky ways, because his mom had a feeling that this would affect all of Meade publications. Wilhelmina had fought too hard to let her dream slip down the drain. He just needed to send the text message.

Claire M, Wilhelmina S, Amanda Tannon-S, Tyler M, Alexis M: It's time

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