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I have been reevaluating how I want to end this. I have completely changed my mind on killing someone off, which is what I was going to do when I first rediscovered these books and wanted to make my own sequel. There's a lot more written, and a lot more to write, rewrite, and completely scrap.

I never thought this story would get so long. I wish someone would write a fan fiction with Margo and Nora coming back from the dead and having their wicked way with Bruce, and then teaming up to kill Todd, because I hate Todd! Sorry Todd fans. I don't even know if I like this so far. But anyway, please read and review.


The blonde head turned around, and her mouth dropped when she saw a barefoot Jessica, a heinous sight, with her ruined soaked dress, her collapsed curls dripping water, her black mascara garishly pooling at her cheeks, one shoe in her hand. But her shocked expression was no where near as big as the one coming from Jessica when she got a glimpse of the woman's dark roots, and then her face.

You're not Elizabeth,! she screeched, looking all around her. Where's my sister? Where's Mom and Dad? Steve? She looked helplessly at the guests seated along the aisle, their faces aghast at the sight of her.

Oh God!

Right at that moment, Captain John ran up to the lawn, a uniformed officer in tow.

He pointed at Jessica. That's her, she stole my boat!

What's going on here,? the bride cried. Who is this?

What the hell? The groom cried out.

Who the hell are you,? the bride spoke again, her face ashen. She turned to her almost husband. Greg, this isn't the bimbo from New Haven you were banging is it? Because if it is, we're calling this thing off right now!

Jessica looked at her stunned and mortified, too astonished to reply.

I've never seen this woman before in my life,! Greg exclaimed, defending himself.

Well someone has some explaining to do, a man got up and moved towards Jessica. What is going on here, and what right do you have to crash my daughter's wedding? I paid enough to rent this place! I was assured there would be utmost privacy and security. He looked directly at Captain John. Someone better start talking!

I.….Jessica began, then immediately burst into tears.

Now now, the minister said, taking pity after Jessica began wailing. Let's give the young woman a chance to explain herself.

She stole my boat,! the captain vehemently insisted. I looked away for a second and she got into one of the fishing boats and took off!

This is a mistake, I didn't mean it,! Jessica cried, finding her voice as the officer got closer.

Captain John spoke up again, looking at the bride. She claimed she's your sister. She wanted me to bring her here and I explicitly told her no!

Of course she's not my sister,! the bride said, as her mother walked up and put an arm around her. I've never seen this woman a day in my life! Her eyes shot daggers at Jessica. Who are you to wreck my wedding?

I thought…..Jessica hiccuped, trying to control her tears. I thought my sister was getting married here, she sobbed, creating a sympathetic sigh among the guests.

That is no excuse for stealing and trespassing,! the police officer said. You're looking at charges of grand theft Miss.

For a stupid fishing boat,? Jessica moaned, her voice chocked with sobs.

Not too stupid for you to steal,! Captain John countered.

Now my wedding's ruined,! the bride threw her head back and cried. Daddy, we're going to have to scrap this and book Whitby Castle instead!

And pay more money,? her irate father replied. Hell no! We're going to finish this ceremony today! Right now in fact!

Now Walter, that bride's mother started.

Don't now Walter me,! the man exploded.

He gave a blistering look to Captain John. This is all your fault! You should have kept her away! You take this crazy woman out of here! Take her in officer. The more time we spend on this island the broker I get. Someone get my daughter some tissues to wipe her face! Dammit!

And you, he pointed to Greg the groom, if I find out you have anything to do with this hussy…..

Now look here,! another man stood up.

You don't go accusing my son at his own wedding,! he shouted. You don't know anything about this stunt do you son?

The groom shrugged his arms, shaking his head. I already told you, I don't know her!

I'm really….really sorry about this, Captain John apologized profusely.

Just continue, the bride's father told the minister, flopping down on his chair, as the officer escorted a weeping Jessica to his boat, where another officer was waiting.

I'm going to have to take you in for questioning, the officer pulled out his handcuffs with one hand, while keeping a firm hold on Jessica with the other. We're going to have to ask you for some form of identification.

You can't treat me like this,! Jessica shivered. I wasn't stealing, just borrowing! My father's a lawyer! He won't let you get away with this!

You were caught trespassing Miss, and accused of stealing a boat, which can carry up to a year if you are convicted.

A year! Jessica screeched as she tried to escape the officer's strong arm. You can't do that! I'm not a criminal!

We'll let the courts decide that. If you cooperate with us, things will be better for you. I'll ask you again, do you have ID on you?

My license….. it's in my purse,! Jessica exclaimed with chattering teeth, as they approached the boat. She looked wretchedly at the water, thinking that another swim in the frigid Long Island Sound would be more tolerable than this horrific state of affairs. The officer procured information from Jessica's license via the boat's high tech scanner, and after a few moments, delivered some unsavory content from her past that she had almost forgotten.

I see you have a prior in California for cocaine possession.

What,? Jessica squeaked.That was years ago! And I was set up! I was innocent! It wasn't my fault!

Right, just like trespassing wasn't your fault. You were caught red handed in a place where you were forbidden from entering, and are accused of theft, which is a felony in the state of Connecticut. He placed her in the boat, where the other officer wrapped a blanket around her shivering body.

Jessica Wakefield, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law

His words fell on ears that felt like they were still under the water and stuffed with cotton. She was aware of what was happening, but detached herself from the situation, trying to imagine she was having a nightmare and would soon wake up.

As the boat pulled away, Jessica looked at the island getting smaller and smaller as they moved closer to the mainland. It was no longer beautiful to her, she no longer saw the vibrant colored leaves or the small Tudor style house. It was more like an ugly, barren piece of rock that she wished she had never set her five hundred dollar shoe clad foot on. She succumbed to another onslaught of tears, wondering how she was going to get out of this mess.


Elizabeth…. Lance's whiskey colored eyes shone while raising his brows flirtatiously, as he dipped Elizabeth in his arms. I know you were thinking about me the whole time.

Elizabeth giggled. Really Laurence, how so?

Are you kidding? A Summer Place? That's practically our song, Sandy. Although I'm better looking than Troy Donahue.

Well, I've always loved the tune, Elizabeth explained. Nicholas and I…. we watched the movie a few months back, both thought we'd like it for our wedding, and wanted it today for our first dance together. But if you'd prefer to think I did it in your honor, go ahead.

And speaking of which, Elizabeth chided. I saw you dancing with Adrienne. You better leave her alone Lance!

I can't help it if the dark haired Tinkerbell finds me irresistible, Lance stated cockily. I'll have to go to Williamsburg to visit her one of these days.

Tinkerbell? Elizabeth scoffed. And I thought you came here with a date?

She didn't come. Granny doesn't like her too much. She banned me from bringing her. He motioned to his grandmother, who was standing with Eleanor and some of their friends, her little dog in her arms outfitted in a pink dress. I told you she loves her ugly little dog more than me! She brought her dog, but I'm not allowed to bring my date!….

Lance excused himself as Elizabeth's father neared them. It was approaching three that afternoon, and soon, all the guests would be leaving the boat. The remaining party would stay on the yacht for a cruise around Long Island, due to arrive in Manhattan the next morning.

I can't believe a senator is at my daughter's wedding, Ned Wakefield exclaimed, gliding Elizabeth around the black and white diamond tiled marble floor as the musicians played Moon River.

I'm still getting used to the governor being here, Elizabeth laughed. You should have seen the look on Mom's face when she found out that Skye invited them. I didn't even know either of their full names until she introduced us earlier. And I still don't know half of the people here to be honest.

I still can't get over this boat, Ned continued. Elizabeth this is incredible. When your mother told me that Skye changed the reception from the island to a yacht, I had no idea it would be this big. I mean, this space alone must be almost a hundred feet long, Ned said, as they danced under the bronze wheel shaped nautical chandeliers that illuminated the grand ballroom. He twirled Elizabeth around, and the silver beaded silk lace of her dress captured the lighting, sending miniature twinkles of brightness to everyone watching them.

That wasn't in the original plan. We were going to keep it simple. But I can't complain. It's turned out to be even more beautiful than I ever dreamed it would be. I still feel like I'm dreaming, she said, as she looked over at Nicholas, who was dancing with her mother.

She glanced over at her new mother in law, who was dancing with the governor, her deep red silk dress moved gracefully as they slid across the floor. Elizabeth had already danced with him, still not quite believing he was at her wedding. The fact that the governor, senator and their wives were her guests for the day was just another matter of Skye's interference, but Elizabeth was too spellbound to care.


She caught Skye's eye and gave her a smile full of gratitude. The wedding had gone off without a hitch. She never thought it would be this wonderful, when two weeks ago, Skye swooped in like a tornado and vacuumed her and Nicholas' Tavern Island wedding right out from under them. She decided their idea for a simple, affordable wedding was no where near being good enough, and changed the entire venue to another small island that was an hour away from Greenwich.

Skye called the steward at Tavern Island, abruptly canceled all their reservations, and made new ones at another location. She then informed her son and his fiancee that they were getting married on Rogers Island, which was off the coast of Branford, and that their planned small island reception had turned into an extravaganza to be held on a yacht.

Skye's invitations all stated that the wedding was to start at midday, instead of two in the afternoon like Elizabeth had already decided. She then called everyone who Elizabeth and Nicholas already invited, and informed them of the new time and setting. The idea was to finish the party early enough, allowing them to sail away from the island sometime around four, so the cruisers would get a chance to enjoy the coastal views before sunset.

She remembered the horrified look on Skye's face when they were discussing the chairs that the guests would sit on during the ceremony. Nicholas had gone to work that early morning, leaving Elizabeth to deal with his newly arrived mother's underhandedness. For a person that had just spent almost six hours on a plane, Skye was more than prepared to rise up and traverse around the city, putting her intentions into action.

As if I would let my guests….. I mean…your guests sit on cheap plastic! Elizabeth that will never do! Let me take care of the seating dear. We'll put everyone outside on the lawn, facing the gazebo and rose garden. They'll be under the pergola, facing the gazebo, sitting on Chiavari chairs, and we'll arrange the vines over the structure. That gives us plenty of natural light, without the sun bearing down on everyone's heads. You and Nicholas will say your vows in the gazebo that's right at the cliff facing the water.

A pergola,? Elizabeth said with caution. I thought we would have a tent of some kind?

A tent? Skye almost spat. I am not…. I mean…you are not having a tent! A pergola is ideal. It will make a very pretty, natural, unobtrusive setting that goes perfectly with the location and the sea views. The wrought iron is absolutely delightful. And it's very easy to construct. It's certainly large enough to accommodate all our guests underneath it. The parts are already there….. it's in several pieces, stored in the garden shed. After we erect it, we're going to cover the entire thing with Boston ivy.

Oh,! Skye slapped her hand to her head. As it is now, the color is copper green. But I think it will look better in white. We'll have it painted, in an aged, off white, so it won't look brand new. It's a timeless classic color….

She grabbed Elizabeth's hand, her voice dripping exuberance. I can already see it, you walking down the aisle, under the hanging leaves, all the beautiful reds, golds, oranges and greens.

Roger's island is bigger than Tavern Island. It's almost eight acres. Tavern Island is only about four. We don't want our guests to feel cramped! And Vivienne Beaumont is a personal friend of mine. She owns Roger's island. We'll be spending the night there. And heaven forbid that it rains. In the event that it does, the house will be perfect in case we have to stay inside. It's certainly large enough. More than twenty rooms with a huge receiving parlor. It looks a lot like Abigail's house. A red roofed Tudor that sits on the highest point of the lawn.

She grabbed hold of Elizabeth's hand. So you see, Elizabeth, we're actually saving money, just like you insisted. We don't have to pay for the venue.

Elizabeth just stared at her in confusion, as all her original plans went up in smoke one by one.

And then, once the ceremony is over, we'll get on the yacht for the after party. After everyone leaves, I told Captain Dwight the family will sail at four. That's why I brought the time up from two o' clock. We do want some daylight on the water before the sun goes down. And we'll have dinner at around six. Wait till you see the foods I've picked! Your parents like lobster don't they?….

It gets dark so early these days, I want as much light as we can get for the pictures. That reminds me, I already have the photographers lined up. I'll call them later, when we get back from shopping.

But I'm supposed to go to work in a couple of hours, Elizabeth said, finally getting a word in.

Work,! Skye inhaled sharply. Elizabeth, we have important things to do! Now you told me you'll choose one of Abigail's dresses to say your vows. Today, we're going to the city to buy your reception dress and hopefully your shoes. An antique dress will make beautiful memories and snapshots, but you cannot dance around in one. We'll go to Barney's first, and then Saks, and then perhaps Bergdorf Goodman. Now don't be nervous Elizabeth, you're a beautiful girl and can wear just about anything. I've already called all of the stores and told them to prepare to show us their best pieces.

She held up her hand as she saw Elizabeth open her mouth to raise an objection.

But my mother....Elizabeth protested.

Your mother is a very busy woman Elizabeth. Think how thrilled she'll be when she finds out I'm helping her to help you. We're just trying to make things easier for her, Skye said innocently.

I guess I can call the office and tell them I'll be late, Elizabeth acquiesced, practically hearing the piles of bills adding up, knowing her mother wouldn't see Skye's "helping" as anything but an affront to her.

The more Skye talked, the more excited she became. Her dark eyes sparkled as she prattled on and on, filling Elizabeth in with her arrangements and schemes.

But of course Elizabeth, she sniffed dramatically, if you still want Tavern Island…I don't want to impose. I don't want you to think I'm meddling, or I'm not letting you have a say. But it will be a shame to waste Roger's Island, since it's courtesy of my friend Vivienne.

Well I.….Elizabeth had said weakly, her mind muddled. I guess we'll go with your ideas. They sound wonderful.

At that, Skye grabbed her and gave her the biggest hug she ever thought possible…..


Ned smiled warmly at Elizabeth. I'm just happy to see my daughter happy. That's a parent's greatest desire in life, to see their children healthy and optimistic. I always want your life to be filled with joy. I told Nicholas that I expect him to fulfill that obligation.

Daddy you didn't! Elizabeth put her palm on her forehead. Please tell me you didn't!

We had a little pre wedding chat with him. Your grandfather, father, Steven and I. Don't worry. We didn't let him simmer too much. I just want my children to be contented. All of them. More than contented. His brown eyes took on a hint of glumness. Your sister…..she would have loved to be here.

Dad! Elizabeth silenced him with a stare.

Alright, I won't mention her again, Ned promised, as Steven approached them to dance with Elizabeth...


I have to hand it to you little sis. This is some party! Who would have ever thought that your wedding would be like this? If anyone told me one of my sisters would have an event like this, I would have definitely chosen Jessica.

Elizabeth looked thoughtful, ignoring Steven's mention of their sister. Well, it's not what I planned, and my new mother in law did go a little overboard, but, the end justifies the means.

I'm really going to miss you Elizabeth, Steven said, on a more serious note. It just seems so final. You getting married and staying over here.

Elizabeth cocked her head, looking at her parents dancing with each other. Her mother looked serene, and much younger than her true age. I'll miss you too. I miss all of you, being over here. But it's not so far.

Well, nowhere is too far when you have a private jet at your disposal, Steven's brown eyes gleamed. That was some trip. Even Nathan was impressed. He didn't throw any tantrums on the plane. He didn't flinch when Cara strapped him into his seat. He didn't whine once when it was time to eat. The pilot rewarded him by bringing him and Alex up to see the cockpit. We took pictures of them, with the pilot's hats on their heads, sitting in their seats. I can't wait to go home and develop the film.

Elizabeth laughed, imagining the vision of the two small children, at the helm of the luxury plane. Well, maybe they'll get to do it again tomorrow when we're all flying out.

Steven raised his dark brow. Aren't you afraid, to leave Mom here with Skye?

No, Elizabeth replied. The renovations to the house are all on Mom. Skye already told me, she doesn't like dealing with plumbers, electricians, or any of the boring mechanical stuff. You know Mom thrives on it.

May I cut in? Elizabeth's face lit up as Nicholas' voice came from behind them.

I see Cara's has another hydrangea cupcake with my name on it, Steven dismissed himself. See you later sis. He looked at Nicholas. I guess I can call you bro now? Later bro. He left the dance floor, making his way to one of the serving tables, where several people were feasting on delectable cakes and appetizers.

Happy? Nicholas looked into Elizabeth's eyes, as he caressed the golden waves that fell on her upper back.

More than happy, she replied, pulling him closer. I can't even describe it. Your mother really outdid herself. But, she locked eyes with him, what I'm most happy about is not all the glitz, it's being with you.

I missed you…. this past week, Nicholas whispered in her ear. Whose idea was it for us to separate again?

Your aunt Eleanor. And speaking of which, Elizabeth grinned, I see she invited her special friend to be her date. Abigail was telling me all about it.

You mean Bart Van Buren? Nicholas asked, looking in his aunt's direction. He cupped Elizabeth's face with one hand, and ran the other along her bare shoulders. I want to be as old as them and have you standing right by my side. Or sitting in our wheelchairs. Let's never be apart again.

Elizabeth wrapped her slender arms around his neck, her eyes filled with emotion. I promise. But…..what about when you have to travel for work?

I'll take you with me, Mrs Morrow. Little Mrs Morrow, Nicholas laughed.

Wait what? Elizabeth said, laughing along with him.

I overheard Monica talking to Johnson about your new name. When the whole family is in town, they have to distinguish between the Morrow women. You're no longer Miss Elizabeth, so she figured she'd refer to you as Little Mrs Morrow. My mother is Junior and my grandmother is Senior.

I don't know if I like that, Elizabeth pouted prettily, and pulled Nicholas towards her for a kiss. She calls you Mister Nicholas doesn't she?

She does, but that's because she's known me since I was about six.

Have I told you how incredible you look? Nicholas said, twirling Elizabeth around, causing her flared silk skirt to rise slightly around her knees.

She had a sudden flashback, of the night she first met him, when he complimented her looks by remarking how pretty she was. She had tried to push him away that night, mindful of Todd not being much more that ten feet away from them.

Yes, but you can say it again, Elizabeth flirted, as The Platters' Twilight Time filled the air.

The thought of rejecting Nicholas for the sake of Todd Wilkins shot a moment of revulsion through her that made Elizabeth shudder. A few hours earlier, she had walked down the aisle with her father by her side, while the orchestra played Pachelbel's Canon. Whatever nerves that were rising up in her at having all those unknown faces involved in one of the most important days of her life, were squashed as soon as she gazed into Nicholas' green eyes as he stood in the gazebo waiting for her.

After saying their vows, and having the photographers take what seemed to be a thousand pictures, Elizabeth changed her dress and shoes and joined everyone on the navy blue vessel that was to be their home for the night.

Cold,? Nicholas asked, rubbing her arms up and down.

Not when I'm with you.

I'm hungry, Nicholas breathed in her ear.

After all those appetizers,? Elizabeth teased. We'll be having dinner soon, my greedy boy, after we set sail.

Not for food, he moaned suggestively.

Nicholas,! Elizabeth giggled. What if someone hears you?

I don't care, you're mine now, he said, planting a kiss on her neck. Now your father can stop giving me those looks.

What looks? Elizabeth laughed loudly.

You know, the stop living in sin with my daughter looks.

I thought we convinced him we were celibate, after Eleanor made you leave me a week ago...

Nicholas proceeded to tell her all the things he wanted to do with her in the lavish honeymoon suite, and Elizabeth felt a tingling throughout her body and weak in the knees...

It was the late afternoon of November third, and all eyes were centered on the young, newly married couple, a beautiful pairing, who no one could deny were deeply in love...