Cara: Anna's ConcernsMature

We enjoyed lunch although I didn’t really eat anything. I didn’t want to tell Anna I wasn’t hungry; she got a little bit anxious if anyone said that after her little food stint. I told her instead that I didn’t want to be bloated.

“So what did you think of the painting?” I asked, sipping my hot chocolate and wishing I’d gotten something less sweet. “Myra won’t let me see it.”

“It looks good Cara.” Megan smiled before digging in to a panini.

“Yeah apart from she’s done something weird to your nose.” Anna teased.

“Ah shut up.” I stuck my tongue out and put down my drink to pick at my salad.

“You not hungry or something?” Anna asked.

“I told you, I don’t want to get bloated. That corset is clingy.”

“You can say that again.” Megan chuckled. Anna elbowed her in the ribs and she almost spat the mouthful of Panini she had just bitten across the table. They proceeded to have a little play fight while I pretended to drink my chocolate. When they’d finished Anna turned to me again.

“Seriously Cara, you’re not going to pop out if you have a little bit of proper food. You look like a rabbit.” She chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to get a pizza tonight and scoff the whole thing.” I lied.

“Oooh pizza. I really fancy a pizza. Why don’t we go and get a pizza together? There’s the new Italian that just opened up the street from me; we could all go tonight. Get the band, Ali, all of us could go?” Megan said happily. I looked down at my salad, cursing myself inwardly for mentioning pizza.

“Sounds good!” Anna grinned, looking at Megan with a happy grin on her face. “You up for it Cara?”

“Oh I don’t know. I promised Sam I’d Skype her tonight…”

“So Skype her afterwards?”

“She goes to bed early.”

“So call her. She’d rather you were having a good time. If you don’t come I’ll call her and make her make you come out.” She threatened.

“Okay okay!” I gave in. “I’ll text her and tell her.”

“Good. That’s settled then. I’ll call the others and sort it.” She looked at her phone. “Crap Cara, we’d better get you back soon. Myra wants you in that dress again. I swear, she’s going to give painting to you and Sam for your wedding present.”  She was teasing, but some part of her voice made me think she thought it might actually be happening. I suddenly felt the need to comfort her.

“We’re not getting married. It’s not even a year yet. Although it’s getting close.”

“You’re such a good couple.” Megan smiled. “I’m sure Sam has already thought about putting a ring on it.”

I blushed at the Beyoncé reference.


“Would you say yes?” Anna asked, tentatively. I glanced up at her. She looked nervous. I decided to laugh it off.

“Oh I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.” Big fat lie. “It seems a bit soon to be even considering it.”

Anna nodded with a smile.

“Right then, if you’ve finished with your rabbit food, we’d better go.” Megan said glancing at the clock.

“Crap.” I said looking at it too. “Yeah, don’t want Myra killing me.”

“I think that’s what she was going for. In the pictures she’s got when you have a red apple it’s very ‘Snow White’.”

“You think?” I smiled. “I kind of like that. It feels weird, modelling for her.”

“But it’s going to be so worth it.”

“I hope so.” I blushed.


“Here she is Myra!” Anna called as we entered the studio. “We got her back on time, unscathed.”

“Good. Cara, go get in the dress, I want to get started again.”

“Yes ma’am.” I smiled and hurried behind the screen. I reached out and touched the dress tentatively. It really was beautiful. Suddenly I could see me in it, standing next to Sam, saying ‘I do’…

“See you tonight Cara! I’ll text you the details!” Anna called, disrupting my thoughts.

“Yeah… ok…. See you!”

“Bye Cara!” Megan called and then I heard the door bang shut.

Myra kept me until six and then reluctantly let me go so I could go and change to meet the others.


"How'd it go?" Ali asked as we met outside the restaurant.

"Alright I think. Myra won't let me see the damn painting though. The pictures are alright."

"Alright?" Megan chuckled. "She looks fucking hot."

I blushed and hurried them all inside.

“So what do you want to eat?” Anna asked.

“I’m not really hungry.” I said as we sat down.

“Again?” Anna frowned, keeping her voice down so the others didn’t hear.


“Cara, you’ve not been eating a lot… you’re not doing what I did are you? Because you know that was stupid and-“

“Jeez Anna, I wouldn’t do that. I’m just not hungry recently.”

“That’s not like you. And the foot cramps, the constant going to the toilet, all those mood swings you had… don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“Anna you’re blowing it way out of proportion.”

“Maybe. But then maybe not.”

“You’re being a drama queen.”

“Cara, I think you need to go to a doctor about this.”

“I’m fine really.”

“I don’t think you are. It’s clearly something wrong if it keeps happening.”

“I’m fine.”

“Cara, when I starved myself, you made me get help. And I’m telling you, all these things that are happening to you; your lack of appetite, the muscle cramps, the constant going to the toilet… it’s something you really need to look at.”

I wrapped my arms around my stomach and groaned.

“I don’t want to go to a doctor.”

“Why not?”

“What if there is something wrong? Or what if there isn’t and I’m just wasting their time?”

“If there’s something wrong it’s better they catch it early. Or as early as possible. And it’s better to be sure.”

“You’re talking like I’m going to be diagnosed with a fatal disease or something.”

She rolled her eyes and hugged me.

“Don’t be so silly. Just call the doctors and get an appointment.”

“Ok ok, if it’ll get you off my back.”

“It might.”

I stuck my tongue out.

“Okay, I’ll make an appointment first thing tomorrow. Happy?” I asked Anna who was watching me, arms folded.


“Sure. Can I get on with life now?”

“You’re going to do it right?”

“Yes.” I groaned.

“I can come if you’d like. To the appointment.”

“Sure. If it’ll make you feel better.” I rolled my eyes. Nothing was wrong. At least, that’s what most of me was saying. A small part of me thought there was something slightly wrong.

The End

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