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“It’s the only way…” Whitney pondered, pacing back and forth.


Today should be the happiest day of Whitney Russell’s life, but instead she’s been carrying a secret around that is like the plague it was, sucking her eternal life to its very core. Instead of just brushing off this lie, the only lie she’s ever told in her life, Whitney’s been walking around as if she’s been carrying the world’s burden on her petite size shoulder’s or worse letting her paranoia get the best of her. Because she swears there’s a big invisible sign plastered on her forehead revealing all.


“Damnit. Why can’t I be more like Theresa?” Whitney spat, increasing her pace up and down the room. “I mean the girl lies it’s the hottest fashion trend…”


“Are you talking to yourself again?” Theresa tapped her right foot, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at her self tormented best friend. “Theresa please. I have to…”


“Drive yourself crazy. Yeah, yeah but you know what you do that on your own time. Not moments before you officially become the Mrs.” Theresa walked over to Whitney and adjusted Whitney’s hair. A simple half up do, decorated with tear drop diamond as Whitney’s raven locks beautifully flowed freely in semi loose curls.


“There may not be a wedding…” “LALALALA. I’ve checked out on your self-bashing, negativity and anything else that doesn’t translate to ‘I do’. Now smile.” Theresa demanded. Whitney plastered a fake smile through the full length mirror they were both stand in front of. “Whit…” “Fine. I’ll suck it up until after the nuptials…” “You will??” Theresa blabbed sincerely shocked. Whitney nodded.


“But would you do me a favor? I have to give my husband to be his wedding gift…” “I can give him.” “No, actually you can’t. It’s a tradition, family heirloom if you will from my mother’s side. Cufflinks. My great-granddaddy’s.” Whitney walked to the window, her back to Theresa. “And it is customary that the bride put them on the groom moments before they wed. Don’t worry I’ll make sure both of our eyes are closed.” Whitney turned around, giving her friend a reassuring smile. Theresa hesitant at first, but finally agreed.


A ray of light beamed on Whitney’s silky mocha skin, capturing the epitome of the perfect still of a beaming bride. Looking like an African Queen in her simple satin strapless mermaid cut dress. But Whitney wasn’t beaming she was terrified. Nothing new for the natural beauty, she wouldn’t know happiness if it slapped her in the face. But happiness was something she was blessed to experience. For the past four years she’s been dating her first love, and now in just a few minutes she’ll become his wife.


“I can’t believe I just lied again…in church no less!” Whitney scolded herself. “Technically I didn’t lie, I mean I just omitted a few parts…great now I’m making excuses.”


“Sweetheart I hope you were reciting a poem…” He teased, feeling his way around the bridal room. Stretching at air. Grasping at hope. Whitney turned around and gave him the most loving smile, even if he couldn’t see it. “Simone thought it would be easier on you if I wore this blindfold. Whitney laughed. “There you are…” He smiled tracing his hands down Whitney’s arm. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.” Whitney’s eyes trailed the ground.


Is it possible? Whitney Russell trying to find every possible excuse to suspend this would be joyous occasion to go on without a hitch? Four years ago today, was when she realized her feelings for Frank Lomax were worth exploring. They’ve been on and off ever since.


Why couldn’t I just forget this sudden need to free my conscious like Mone suggested. Or just wait to tell him once I’m his wife like T suggested?


“Of course Theresa would suggested that.” “What?” “Nothing…ok I’m about to tell you something and you cannot under any circumstances interrupt me.” He nodded. Whitney took a deep breath. And guided Frank to a chair, he was still blindfolded. Whitney started scraping her left palm. A habit she adopted at a poor attempt of calming her rattled nerves. “Ok remember that case you thought that would make or break your career?”


Frank slouched. “The Crane Case I know I solved? Crane lying ruined my chances of going federal. I hate liars.” Frank made a fist. Whitney nervously chuckled. “Damn Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald.” Frank spat, as if venom escaped those luscious lips. “I’m so lucky you’re nothing like your friend…” He grabbed her, sitting her on his lap. “Stop it.” Whitney whispered “What? I can’t see you…they said nothing about not holding you.” Whitney laughed.


“No…” She got up and started pacing again. “I’m a liar too.” “Baby nothing you say will get me mad. Especially since you’re about to be my wife.” Whitney helped him up. “What are you doing?” Frank wondered after Whitney removed the blindfold. “Its ok, I don’t believe in bad luck…” Whitney took what seemed like her last intake of oxygen. “I also knew about Theresa being the so called stalker.” Frank started laughing. “That’s a good one.” He grabbed her arm but she freed it. “I’m serious Frank.” “What do you mean by so-called?” Raising his voice a quarter octave he looked her in the eyes. “I mean, since they’ve hooked up. Its not stalking…”


Frank looked at her with complete disgust. “What is with you damn Harmony people...” “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Whitney yelled with attitude. “It’s not just the Cranes that think they’re God’s it’s everyone in this town.” “Don’t you think you’re blowing this out of proportion?” Frank chuckled. “Of course you’d say that. You and your dumb friends ruined what would have been the best thing that happened to me. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed in this town.” Tears formed in Whitney’s eyes determined to keep them from falling. “I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to you?” “You were the substitute.” Whitney’s eyes were now red, swelled with tears as she let them fall. “How could you say that after what we shared?” Whitney looked at Frank like he was a stranger. Utterly unrecognizable. “Did this epiphany free your mind?” Frank rebuked. “Theresa told me not to tell you…” Frank laughed. “For once I agree with that idiot. You kept your mouth shut; we’d be happily married now. That case made me the ass of the east coast. And you knew all this time. I can’t even look at you right now far less marry you.” Whitney ran off. “Yeah run!” Frank yelled.


Whitney just ran, out the church, down the block without stopping…just kept on running. Not looking where she was going she bummed and knocked down a fellow pedestrian. “Aren’t you a sight for sour eyes. Who knew my first day back in Harmony would land me my very own bride?” Completely unfazed, until she made eye contact, Whitney slightly cleared her thought. “Got back to where you came from with a poor ass line like that.” She spat with slight attitude, crawling off him and getting up. “I’m Fox Crane…” Fox extended his hand and Whitney just looked at it. “Do I look like I care?” Fox shrugged. “Most women do.”