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.

navy blue coat, her own coat slipping off her arm as her cheeks flushed.

a cold stare on the

few

though compact, provided an unobstructed view.

couple visible, disappointment settled over

closed the door to the utility

herself off with a playful

“This isn’t the time for

searching the area, he continued, “They’re thorough.

“We can’t stay hidden here forever.”

bucket in the corner. “I have a plan. towards the exit.

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

adorned with dust and grime, effectively