A/N: All characters in this fic belong to James E. Riley. Please read and review- criticisms are welcome, but remember, where I live, the show is probably a whole season behind, so I've had to piece together some things that have happened in the story from sneak previews and summaries… hope you like it.

Kismet noun. a person's fate or destiny

~Whitney~

I glance at Chad uncertainly, gaining some comfort from his reassuring smile. Somehow I have a strange feeling that something isn't right. I don't know why… why should I? Chad and I have had our good times and rough times, but through thick and thin, we've always loved each other… and here we were. At the altar of Harmony Chapel, soon to be pronounced husband and wife.

I sigh, wishing this foggy cloud that seems to hang above my head would disappear. If Theresa was here, she'd definitely interpret it as some kind of bad omen! Poor Theresa. She could not bring herself to come to our wedding, and guess why? We're having a double wedding… with Gwen and Ethan!

It was all Chad's idea. I mean, why would I want to have a double wedding with my best friend's unrequited love? It would drive the poor girl mad to see him getting married to Gwen right in front of her eyes! I tried my best to stop it, but even Gwen seemed to like the idea.

She catches my eye across the aisle and grins gladly. I smile back, wondering whether she chose a peach- pink dress on purpose, coz she takes it as a good luck thing. Last time there was a double wedding, she wore a similar coloured dress as a bridesmaid… and she got her wish- she got Ethan. I shrug at the thought of it. Gwen isn't a bad person. And as much as I hate to admit it, she does suit Ethan better than Theresa would. I look away as Ethan gazes at his bride and says the last 'I do'.

"…I hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," concludes Father Lonigan, and Ethan does. Father Lonigan turns to Chad and myself, about to repeat the same words, when the wooden chapel doors are swung open loudly.

Simone hurries in, heels clicking, and stands at the entrance, huffing. Has she finally decided to come to the wedding after all? But there is a slight frown and a weird look on her face. I know this has something to do with my 'feeling'.

"They can't get married. Chad and Whitney. There's an… impediment."

I stare at her in horror and then at him, my veil momentarily touching his face. But he looks just as lost as myself.

"Well, what is it my child?" asks Father Lonigan. He must be used to it. This has happened before. At Charity and Miguel's unfinished wedding. When Kay announced that she was pregnant with Miguel's child.

I watch my sister nervously as a chilly breeze rushes in from the open door, blowing out the candles on our side of the altar, one by one…

~Kay~

"…please stop saying that! You know I can't feel anything for her!"

"Miguel, you don't know just how hard she's tried to get you before! Can't you see that from the way things are at the moment?"

I watched them argue. Leaning against each other on the porch swing some minutes ago, but Charity has torn away from him and is sitting further away. It happens quite often now- Barbie and Ken has lots of problems these days.

Miguel tries to reach for her hand but she jerks it away from him reluctantly, looking away with that stupid Standish 'alas I'm wretched' look. It's funny she's more like Mom than myself.

"Char, I know. I'm just putting on the front coz I want to be around Maria. I don't care about Kay," he pleads.

"Wh- what 'dyu mean you know…?"

" I know what she's done. Tabitha told me everything before she passed away."

"Tabitha?" gasps Charity, eyes open wide.  I wish I could grab her by the shoulders and shake her till she falls down senseless.

"Yeah. Reese was right you know- Tabitha was a witch. But she told me everything- how Kay was responsible for your being trapped in hell and how she drank some potion to make her look like you so she could trick me into sleeping with her," he spits disgustedly. "She had me thinking she was being a great friend when she was anything but! Come to think of it Charity, I hate her. I hate that slut."

Oh Miguel, how can you say that? I turn away and go back to my room because it's just too painful. I'd rather die than see that hateful look on your face that's meant for me. I sold my soul for you Miguel, with the knowledge that I might never get it back. Do you think any other girl would have gone to the lengths I did, just to hear you say you love her too? We are meant to be to be with each other, Miguel, but you always deny it.

I hear them arguing again, as they come back into the house, one of them slamming the door after them. I walk quietly to the top of the stairs and listen to what they're saying…

"You'll never understand Miguel!" she yells, pushing him away. "It's not just my visions telling me Kay's between us, there's something else too." She's gazing solemnly at him. And I'm suddenly dying of curiosity. Maybe Tabitha hasn't entirely betrayed me after all; maybe he'll still be mine…

"I found out who my soulmate is last night, and no Miguel, it definitely isn't you..."

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