Marrying the Man in the Dark

“What… what do we do?” Emily’s voice quivered as the reporters furrow her brow and slip out of sight. drew closer, prompting Cherise to

Blake, his expression concerned, glanced at Emily’s flushed cheeks and teary eyes. “You little fool,”

With a gentle murmur, he embraced Emily just as the door swung open with a loud bang from outside.

The reporters, paying no attention to the room’s occupants, immediately began clicking their cameras, solely focused on capturing Cherise’s unguarded reaction.

Their anticipation for a flustered Cherise was palpable.

If mistaken, they would simply apologize.

But if Cherise stumbled, it would be front-page news!

Yet, they were in for a surprise.

In the dimly lit storage room, sunlight streamed through a narrow window, illuminating a couple locked in a passionate embrace atop a deserted desk.

was draped over the young man’s navy blue coat, her

stare on the reporters, his

with a few lingering to

room, though compact, provided an

over

Emily and closed the

with a playful remark like we’re in a drama,

isn’t the

door crack at the journalists searching the area, he continued, “They’re thorough. scrutinizing every passing

added, “We can’t stay hidden here forever.”

in the corner.

skillfully disguised as a janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a sizable trash can with the other, her trajectory slow and deliberate towards the refuse chute located at the rear

liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring