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CHAPTER 1

Andrew saw his friend walking in the restaurant and he felt his nervousness grow in intensity. "Tess… Andrew… what's going on? I just got called and they told me it was very urgent…"

"You better take a seat, baby…" the dark skinned angel said as Andrew had stood up to help her with her chair. When she was in front of her, she continued. "This is very unusual and I know you will be surprised. You can refuse to do it…" Andrew shot her a nasty look, "but if you accept you would be really helping Andrew…"

Monica turned to face her blond friend and he made her such puppy eyes she would've laughed hadn't she felt this was something very serious. "Why? What's going on?"

"It's my assignment…" he explained. "I'm supposed to be this man's new partner in a ship business, but…"

"But he is supposed to be married…" Rafael completed sensing the angel wouldn't have to courage to say it.

"Married?!" Monica exclaimed. "But, Tess… aren't angels supposed to…?"

"Yes, baby… That's what I have always said, but it looks like I was wrong… The instructions this time were very clear… He even got the ring…" Andrew rose his hand to show it, and when he lowered it he started to play with the band.

"So who is your "wife", Andrew?" the Irish angel asked.

The blond angel found himself suddenly out of words. He turned to look at Tess, wanting for her to read his expression. "That's why we asked you to come, Monica…" the supervisor reached to take her charge's hand. "Andrew needs someone he finds himself comfortable enough to play the role of a devoted husband and… well… he thinks he only could make it if that someone is you…"

The caseworker was rather taken aback by this request and she withdrew her hand from the table. "Me?" She turned to look at Andrew and his anxious gaze touched her heart. "Andrew?"

"I'm as surprised as you are, baby…" he said now reaching to take her other hand. "And I cannot refuse to do the assignment 'cause I've already met Edward. He asked me to join him and his wife for dinner tonight and I say yes! I was told to follow the instructions and what Rafael would say! He told me I was married just when Edward was two tables away!"

"This is incredible!" Monica murmured still shocked by the news.

"Yes, it is! And now I feel I'm trapped! What do I do? Please, Monica, help me!" he pleaded and squeezed her hand a little tighter. "Please, say you will be my wife!"

In other circumstances, the Irish angel would have laughed nervously: she had gotten a marriage proposal! Something an angel would have never gotten normally. Yet there he was: her best friend holding her hand and looking at her with the same anxiety in his eyes as if he was in fact making a proposal that would change both their lives. "Do you accept, baby?" Tess' voice interrupted her silent deliberation.

Monica looked at her supervisor and then at Andrew again, and sighed quietly. "I do."

Inside a suite in the Regent Beverly Wilshire…

"How did you two meet?" Tess asked Andrew later that afternoon. He was reading a big bunch of papers to learn enough about Edward's business while the older angel was combing Monica's hair for their dinner that night.

"We can talk about how we really met… in the wedding…" Monica suggested. "We started to work together and became friends for many years…"

"…Till we realized we were… in love…" Andrew completed her sentence and blushed and lowered his head when he saw her blushing and hiding her eyes from him too.

"That works just fine… Now when did you realize you wanted to spend your lives together?" Tess continued as she tied Monica's hair in a high bow.

"I…"

"We…" The younger angels started at the same time and then smiled shyly at each other.

"Ok, everything's ready now…" Rafael got into the room carrying a suit bag with a black tuxedo for Andrew. Placing in on the dinning table so it wouldn't get wrinkled, he announced, "You'll get a limousine ready to take you wherever you want to go. Your driver's name is Doug. Armani, Prada and Channel boutiques have agreed to get you in a private session tomorrow morning so you can get proper dressings for the dates with Edward and with Morse, and your reservation here is ready…"

"Good, what suite is it?" Tess asked. They had been taken to a big suite but they were hoping to get another one that would "accommodate" them better…

"This one…" Rafael told them a little ashamed. "All the two-bedrooms are busy… They only have this one available…"

Andrew caught Monica's gaze watching towards the bedroom door just when he was doing the same, and blushed furiously. "I… I guess we'll be just fine…" he murmured.

Later at the suite…

"Who has always helped you with your tie, Andrew?" Rafael teased his friend who was finding the bow tie incredibly uncomfortable and kept on moving it to fix it.

"Funny…" the blond angel mumbled, "maybe you got one too small for me…"

The Latin angel tried his best to suppress a chuckle: if he didn't know Andrew well, he'd swear he was as nervous as a teenager in his first date ever. "Nope… It was your size…" He finished to tie it once more and Andrew adjusted it again… "Monica, it's 7.30! Hurry up!"

"I'm almost done!" the Irish angel replied but Tess' voice came a second later. "You never hurry a woman when she's getting dressed, angel boy! You want her all dress up and good looking, so you better let her take her time!"

"Edward and his wife must be waiting for us already!"

The door of the bedroom was open a second later and he faced a very bossy angel. "Then you go down and tell them to wait a few more minutes 'cause your wife is not ready yet!"

Andrew gulped but didn't argue as Tess slammed the door close right in front of his face. He turned to see Rafael who had an amused expression, and strode towards a chair to grab his jacket. "Tell her I'll be in the lobby…" he murmured on his way out.

"Sure thing, buddy…" the younger angel replied giggling.

Andrew walked out of the elevator and Edward and Vivian were nowhere in sight. He went by the front desk and asked the receptionist if they had been there.

"They asked me to tell you they'd be waiting for you at the bar, Mr. Parks," she replied politely.

"Ok, thanks…" Andrew said and headed there but went back a couple of steps later. "Oh, I almost forgot… My… wife…" he blushed lightly at the word, "is coming too. Would you please tell her we're there?"

"Sure, Mr. Parks, don't worry…"

On his way to the bar, Andrew thought once more about how weird this situation was: there he was, an angel pretending to be married… Hadn't it been an specific order, he would be flatly lying! And this wasn't his first formal dinner… why was he so nervous then? He cleared his throat when he saw his "partner" sitting at the bar table with a very beautiful woman and made himself think his nervousness was just because everything had happened too quickly.

"Hey, Andrew!" Edward greeted him when he saw the angel. "I want you to meet my wife, Vivian."

"My pleasure, Vivian…" Andrew said shaking hands with her politely. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late but Monica is not ready yet… She asked me to come and tell you to please wait a few minutes…"

"Women…" Edward complained jokingly and he won a slap on the arm from Vivian.

"Yes, you do complain! But you always find it worth waiting!" she said.

"I agree on that!" Andrew said. "Meanwhile… can I buy you a drink?"

They chatted over some light topics for no more than ten minutes, and when Andrew was about to complain for Monica taking too long, he rose his head to find her at the entrance of the bar looking around for them. He just couldn't believe what he was looking at: she was just astonishing, wearing a tight deep green dress that reached over her knees. It had a halter cut on the top and Tess had fixed her hair to leave her creamy shoulders exposed. It took Andrew long seconds to react, first what he felt when looking at her was extremely weird and unknown for him, second he was far from complaining about waiting for her. When he came back to his senses, he stood up and met her on her way to them. "Monica…"

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting…" she smiled shyly.

"Edward, Vivian… this is my wife, Monica…" Andrew said introducing her.

"Hi…"

"Nice to meet you, Monica…" Edward said reaching to kiss her hand gentlemanly.

"Shall we go?" Andrew said feeling suddenly proud of having such a beautiful partner for the night.

The angels saw Edward and Vivian going ahead and Andrew reached to circle her waist to guide her. "You look so beautiful, angel…" he leaned and whispered on her ear. He felt her shivering and when she turned to face him she was slightly blushed. "Thank you…" was the only thing she managed to say.