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The rain fell down, thousands of beads dripping down the glass window. The stereo was playing my favorite stress relief music. I looked up at the sign as I drive past a few buildings. As I hummed along with the music, everything happened so quickly like a blur. A truck from my left drove like lightening. I turned my head and gasped as the truck crashed against my car in a matter of seconds. Glasses shattered. Wheels screeched against the black top. My body rested on the other passenger seat, covered in blood. My heart pounded loudly and quickly...And it slowly fell to a slow very slow rhythm.

I kicked my legs off the bed. Cold drops of sweat fell down my forehead, my lips pale and dry from panting. I dug my hands in my hair and closed my eyes for a moment.

"It's just a dream. It's just a dream, Emma."

My alarm clock that was on my bed stand started to beep. I dropped my hands and opened my eyes. I reached for the clock and slammed it for it to turn off. It's eight thirty.

I dropped my head tiredly and cursed under my breath. "Rats...I'm going to be late." I flipped my hair back and jumped out of bed.

Like any other day, I busied myself in the bathroom. Freshening up with a lot of toothpaste and soap before rinsing and running to my closet. When you're a wedding planner, the only things you can't wear is casual clothing. I grabbed my new black suit with a clean white dress shirt that hung on a clothes line. I quickly slipped off my night gown and started to put the suit on.

I straightened the coat properly and stood in front of a mirror to get my hair done. I dug my hands in my messy hair and gave it a good, hard brush. Carefully I braided a small portion on the side of my hair and tied the rest of the hair into a tight pony tail. I lifted my head to check the time again. It's eight fifty. I grabbed my purse and my phone and headed out the door.

~ The elevator opened and I stepped inside. No one was on it except a man and a woman who looked like an engaged couple. Well, I guess I have some work to do once I get up to my department. I gave them a small smile as I got in. The door closed behind me.

I stood in the far corner to give that couple some space. Suddenly, the woman spoke. "Which floor are you going to? You didn't press the button."

A British ascent. Looks like this couple would love an all traditional English wedding. Thank gosh. I don't want to hear any crazy American ideas, especially Southern, last years was successful but I cannot bear to see a bunch of hillys chucking down nine pints of beer all at the same time again.

I shook my head. "No. The seventh floor is where I'm going to."

She smiled."Oh. Are you engaged too?"

"Oh no. I work there."

She took her fiancé's hand and shook it to grab his attention. "Well this is great, you can help plan our wedding. Are you a wedding planner?"

"Yes I am. Well, I usually meet my clients in my office, but meeting here out of the blue is fine too." I reached out my hand. "I'm Emma Swan."

She took my hand and gave it a light shake. "I'm Milah. This is my fiancé Killian Jones."

I took a closer look at the man. Dear Lord, he is gorgeous. I guess there's an age difference here between them, but my God Milah is such a beautiful woman. I have the perfect theme for this couple already!

Milah released my hand and Killian took it next. His hands are warm, I can feel my freezing hands melt by his touch. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

He also has an ascent. Wow, they really are perfect for each other. Oh gosh, I hope their minds aren't full of crazy ideas. I can't endure another crazy wedding. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones.

"Please, Killian. Call me Killian, Miss Swan."

I felt myself taken a back as I released his hand. "By all means, let's all feel free to call each other by our first names."

The door came to a stop and opened. I gestured my hand to the doorway. "Shall we?"

When the three of us walked past the hallway and straight to my office. Milah already started off on a few things she had in mind. I opened the door and let the two of them in. Milah and Killian took a seat while I sat on my office chair behind my desk.

She had one hand waving back and forth and the other hand folded together with Killian's. "I want an open wedding. Me and Killian are not religious so marrying off in a church is completely unnecessary. I really like a moat, so I want everyone to have a beautiful view when the food is passed out."

"A moat? I can work with that. I'll call my assistant right now and try to book on a few options you and Killian choose. Does the location matter?"

She shook her head. "No. But we do want to find a place for a reception quickly because we want to send out our invitations as soon as possible. Because strangely, we already ordered the food and the cake and including some gifts for the guests. The only things we're missing is the reception, my dress and Killian's tux, and the invitation."

I picked up my pencil and scribbled it all down on my notebook. "Okay. Wow, I guess there really isn't much to write on my 'to do list'. How about any special decoration you want to add? Because usually most couples ask me to add a special memorial picture or a short movie of how the groom proposed to the bride."

Miliah nodded. "Oh yes. There is this one special thing. During the reception, I want to show the guests how Killian proposed to me."

Killian placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her closer for a quick kiss. I just awed by that adorable gesture. "How did you propose, Killian?"

"I proposed after she got her fourth Academy Award for Best Screenplay."

I gasped. "Oh my gosh. You're a film writer?! I can't believe it."

She placed a hand on her chest, looking a bit flattered. "That reward was for last year's film called Kingdom of Hell. It was quite a challenge, I was so shocked when I got up those stairs with Killian on my arm to claim the reward. I was even more surprised and almost dropped my precious reward on the floor when he fell on one knee and slipped a ring on my finger." She opened her hands and wiggled her fingers to flash her ring.

I reached for her hand and took a closer look at the thousands of dollar ring. "Yellow canary? Man, I hate you Milah." I seated back to my chair.

She chuckled. "Oh I know how you feel, sweetheart."

Killian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed his cheek on the top of her head. My heart just felt so warmly for them.

I straightened myself back to business. "Anyway, I promise I will make this one hell of a wedding. Just give me the ideas and I'll make it possible." I reached for my bag and pulled out a card. I handed it to Milah and she took it.

"Call me any time if you have any questions, and I'll call you as soon as possible."

Killian pulled out his very own business card out of his pocket and handed it to me. I smiled. "Of course, you two also have business cards."

He and Milah stood up. I placed the card down on top of my notebook. I got up as they headed to the door.

"Well, is there any last minute idea I need to know about?"

Milah nodded. "Oh yes. I almost forgot. Killian's family is Irish and it will be very special for his family to have these special traditional beer mugs."

Irish. Okay that beats last year's Southern wedding. I curved a weak smile. "Oh. Show them to me and I'll try to match it with some optional decorations when I find a reception."

Killian tapped my shoulder and I looked at him. "Milah and I have a film to make now. It's been five weeks since we started so it'll be a little risky to contact us at all times. So email or messages to our assistants will be better choices."

I nodded. "I see. I understand...Wait. So Milah is a writer, what do you do?"

"I'm a director."

Milah wrapped an arm around his. "Not just a director. A brilliant director. He won six Emmys in a row from the pass years. I intend to wear another uncomfortable dress for him and walk down that red carpet again with him this year. The only difference will be that the two of us will be wearing matching wedding bands. Right babe?"

Killian leaned closer to her and they exchanged a quick yet passionate kiss. "Of course, beautiful."

Two weeks later.

I never planned a wedding to such famous celebrities. But now I'm beginning to feel the pressure on me. Milah continuously send me so many emails that changes all the plans I been thinking of. Now she and Killian wants a reception in an Irish styled castle and intends to invite five hundred people to their wedding. From the past four days, I been sitting in my office contacting Ireland and calling thousands of numbers just to find a reception. So far I only got four. My only concern is that Milah and Killian will dislike them.

Usually, the problem with my clients is mostly money. But these two doesn't know the meaning of the word budget. Sure they cut some money and still make a successful movie back in the set. But in life, they want everything they can think of till they're satisfied. Well, I'm their fairy godmother who makes that possible. No matter how tired and drowsy I feel, I gotta go to visit the couple to have their final say about the receptions and later book a flight to Ireland.

I feel like I can finally breathe when I got home. Without thinking, I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower. I'm starving and ready to take a nap. But I stink bad from sleeping only two hours in my office for four whole days. After my relaxing hot shower, I dried myself off and weakly just slipped on my nightgown. Before I collapsed freely on my bed, my phone buzzed. I sighed in disappointment and answered it.

Milah's name is printed on the screen. Please no more changes. Please no more changes..."Hey, Milah."

"Hey, Emma. I got some bad news."

"Oh?"

"Killian and I can't meet up with you this week."

"Milah, but I need to show you guys the receptions I booked up for you guys."

"Oh I'm aware of that. But we have a little situation with the lead actress. Right now, I'm trying to get hold of the girl while Killian is outside blowing some steam."

I licked my lips and breathed out a long sigh. "...Well, perhaps I can go to the set myself and discuss it real quick with you guys."

I can hear her curve to a big smile. "Really? Oh Emma you are a life saver. But are you sure? It's a two hour ride from here?"

"It's fine. Really. This is your wedding. I'll do everything I can to get everything done one by one...So what's the address?"

~ The ride was really long, I paid a great fee to the cab driver when I got off. It's a beautiful mansion that's so open with transparent glass walls and bright with a heavenly white color.

A lot of cars and trucks were parked outside and all these film equipments were arranged in different areas. I walked across the front of the house that's covered in gray pebbles. Some of the crew members spotted me. One guy ran up to me and stopped me before I got to the door.

"Wait a minute, miss. You can't go in there. We're filming."

"I'm the wedding planner. I'm sure the director knows me. My name is Emma Swan."

"Oh right. Milah told us about you. Right this way." He turned around and walked behind the house.

I followed him from behind. The scene in the back of the house is an open green land that has a long and beautiful deep river that's so close to the house. All the crew members and Milah and Killian were out on the grass. Killian stood behind a large camera, filming a gorgeous couple perform a scene.

The man gave me a quick look and stopped me. "You have to be quiet. This scene will end in just a moment." He whispered.

I nodded. "I understand." I whispered back.

I watched the two embrace into a warm hug. Watching these actors really touches me. It brings back memories from the past. The past that I lived in. Those were the wonderful days...Huh. Tis a shame I can't go back to that time.

Suddenly, when the two pulled apart and the actress spoke a few lines, Killian stopped them. The man gestured his hand that we can move. He and I walked quickly over to Milah before Killian went behind the camera.

The man tapped Milah's shoulder. He left when Milah immediately brightened as I took her hand.

She pushed her glasses back up to her head. "I'm so glad you're here. You didn't have much trouble did you?"

"Not at all...My goodness, this is really beautiful."

"Well thank you. It took five of my crew members to rent this area. Jesus, I thought they'll never make it possible."

I nodded and turned my attention to Killian. He argued harshly to the lead actress and she was not afraid to attack him back.

"Say the lines right, Ellie! My god you keep reading the lines backwards!"

"Don't yell at me! I'm trying, okay!"

"Oh sure you're trying! All you been doing is play from the past weeks!"

The leading actor took her arm but she yanked it off his grasp. "That's it. If I'm going to be treated this way, I'm leaving!" She turned around and marched out of the set.

Milah sighed. "Excuse me for a moment."

I nodded. "Of course."

She went over to Killian and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Darling, you have to relax. She's trying her best."

He pointed straight ahead at her. "Ellie Kings is no actress! If all she wants to do is flash around her little body and slur seductive words let her become a pornographic model for all I care!"

The actor went over to him. "Killian, you know the reason why we need her. It's just all for publicity. Ellie is no actress yes, but she is a good image to the public eye."

Killian shrug Milah's hand off him and flew his arms up in the air. "I don't care about publicity anymore! This is the tenth time that bitch quit and crawled her way back here! I had enough of it, Milah we're going to cast another girl as Jennifer. That's my final word."

Milah shook her head. "Killian, that's not possible. We already announced our official cast members."

"It hasn't been two months just yet, change her or I walk away like that slimy girl."

~ I stood there for at least an hour like a fool while Milah and Killian and the lead actor walked inside and argued about the actress. I looked around, watching some of the crew members clear off some areas of the set. Some of them looked at me strangely, as if I don't belong here. They're right. I really don't belong here.

I straightened my coat and walked back inside the house. But before I took a step forward, I found the crumbled up script the actress threw before she stormed off. I straightened the paper and went straight down to scene 20. I feel so shaken to get my hands on a script. Its been years since I ever read anyone's work.

I can feel my body blossoming to excitement, but a little frightened of the flashback I had this morning. I looked away and decided to just hand it back to Milah. But my eyes couldn't leave off the script. I bit on my lip and gripped on the script so unnaturally strong.

I swallowed hard and fought my hesitation and started the first line on the page.

Jennifer: John will kill you, Drew! I can't let that happen. (she wept a few tears and stopped a moment between sobs)…I tried hard to forget you. T-to tell you that I don't love you. But it's hard. It's really really hard. I can't let you waste your life away with me Drew. I can't deny my feelings for you, but I also cannot ignore how this will kill you. I need to let you go. I need you to let me go right now before it's too late...I don't want to wake up one morning w-w-wearing a black dress...With your favorite green roses in my hands in front of your grave...(she looks up at Drew) I can live with him. I know I can. Right now, turn around and...and forget everything about me. All the moments we shared, all the times we secretly spent –

"But I can't."

I quickly turned around. And there stood the leading actor himself. He curved a smile at me and looked down at his copy of the script. Killian and Milah were there and he was back behind the camera. I stood there. crying like an idiot, hoping for someone to tell me to get off the set. But no one did. In fact, Killian is filming me and this gorgeous, good-looking actor right this moment.

The actor came up to me and stood so close to me I can feel our body heat generating. He continued with the script.

Drew: But I can't. NO I WILL NOT. I love you, Jennifer.

I couldn't speak. But the look on his face urged me to continue. I licked my lips and continued.

Jennifer: Drew I told you he'll kill you.

Drew: Let him do whatever he wants for all I care. All I want...All I need is you. (he walks closer)

Jennifer: You'll risk your life for me? Are you crazy?

Drew: Not crazy, just crazy in love. I'm not going to let that bastard touch you ever again. And no, I will not forget those memories...The moment I kissed you for the first time, that was the day I swore to myself you and I will be one. I am never going to break that.

Jennifer: Drew...

Drew: I love you Jennifer. And I will always will. ( he pulls her for a hug)

Jennifer: (slowly wraps her arms around him and weeps even more but smiles)

"Cut!"

I quickly dropped my arms. But the leading actor didn't pull back from me. "Who are you, beautiful? I don't think I heard you from the cast list."

"I'm not. Please let me go, sir."

He slowly dropped his arms and took of my hands. "I'm Graham Huntsman."

Oh that's he was. I saw him in over three movies from the past five years...I can't believe he actually hugged me. Oh wow. Being a wedding planner for once rocks.

"Emma Swan. Nice to meet you."

Milah and Killian came up to us, both looking shocked.

"You're an actress?" Milah asked.

"I was in the past. But only in theater."

"You were incredible. Can you consider working for us?" Killian started.

I gasped. "...Guys, you do realize I'm a wedding planner. This film you're doing doesn't look like any random film you guys just thought of. Are you sure you want me to be in your film? I never worked with a camera, only on a live stage."

"Your acting back there perfectly portrayed Jennifer. You are what I need for this film. Please, Emma I am in desperate need for a replacement."

I'm not prepared to get back to acting again...I'm just not fully there yet.

"How about her understudy?"

Graham placed a hand on my elbow that made my heart jump a beat. "She quit the first day she met Ellie. Honestly, Ellie is a beautiful girl, but inside all that is just horrific."

I sighed. "Was it that bad?"

I can feel his hand traveling up to my upper arm. "You won't even believe it if I told you the story."

I looked at Milah and Killian confused. "I don't think I can. I'm sorry."

Milah now urged. "Emma it will be my honor to have you in our movie...Look at the good advantage you can have being part of this. You can be noticed if you succeed in this film and of course, you well get credit for this. Please, help me. I also don't want to see that girl again."

I don't know what to say...If only they knew why my name disappeared in the acting field. If only I never read that darn script in the first place...But I can't believe this one word escaped from my lips so quickly and so simply straight out of my mouth.

"Fine."