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.

young man’s navy blue coat, her own

young man fixed a cold stare on the reporters,

retreated, with a few lingering to peer into the

though compact, provided an

disappointment settled over the group as they apologized

closed

behind Emily, dusting herself off with a playful remark like we’re in a drama,

“This isn’t the time for jokes.”

door crack at the journalists searching the

added, “We

bucket in the corner. “I have a

janitor, bore a bucket and mop in one hand while pushing a

was liberally adorned with dust and grime, effectively obscuring her true