Bite-size knocked on Glorianna's door and it opened with a soft creak. She peaked inside and saw Spot, his face a contorted mess of pain and anguish, "Spot!?" She called worried, moving quickly to his side, "What's wrong? What's happened? Where's Glori?!"

Spot glanced down at her, his eyes cold, "She ain't like da odders, huh? You an' Gospel been shoving dat down my throat practically since I met Priss…" His words were harsh and pain filled, he swallowed a lump in his throat, "Well, what about dis?" He handed her the note, glancing away from her face and staring at the floor.

Bites' eyes scanned over the words and she began shaking her head, "No…" She said softly. Glori can't dis cruel, can she?

Spot shrugged, "I guess we were all wrong about 'er…"

He walked from the room without further sound.

Tears welled up in Bite-size's eyes and spilled down her cheeks, her thoughts confused and sad, how could you do dis at Spot, Glori? I thought you loved 'im…I know 'e loves you…Her face hardened suddenly and she sprinted from the room and down the stairs, I'll give dat rich hoidy toidy no good rich goil a piece of my mind!

"Whoa! Whoa!" Gospel called out as Bites ran into him and grabbed her shoulder, "What's the rush, kitten?"

She glanced up at him with tear stained cheeks and hard eyes, "Read dis…" She said angrily, shoved the note into large hands, and continued running.

Gospel read the note quickly and shook his head, something's not right here… He walked up the stairs contemplating what he knew of Glorianna and what was in this note and finding it lacking for answers and truth.

When he reached Spot's room he opened the door quietly, without knocking, and stepped in. Spot was sitting on his bed staring at the floor. As Gospel approached him, Spot looked up into his friend's eyes. Tears were slowly slipping down his face, unheeded as Spot didn't bother brushing them away, "She left me, Gosp…" he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking.

Gospel's heart broke at the sight of his friend's distress and he sat down beside him, throwing an awkward hand around his shoulders, "It'll be okay, Spot." He said softly.

Spot continued to star at the floor, "It hurts so much…" He murmured, his voice child like and defeated.

"I know…I know…"

A hoarse sob ripped it's way from Spot's chest and he turned away from Gospel, embarrassed, "Could…could ya leave me alone, Gosp?" He asked, all the strength, pride, and commanding tones gone from his voice.

Gospel nodded his head, "Come get me when ya need me…" He said in a gentle voice, and left the room.

Meanwhile…

Glorianna stared at her father and Mr. Walker over dinner. They had been ready to leave the hotel with the police when she'd arrived at the lobby, tear stained and shaking. She told them that she had been kid napped by two boys by the names of Oscar and Morris Delancy. She didn't feel particularly bad about lying, considering they had tried to rape her, in fact, she felt they got what they deserved. If she couldn't get them arrested for attempted rape, she'd take kidnapping and assault just fine… She had told them that they had kept her in a small shack house in Brooklyn and that Rooster had been in on it. Rooster's eyes had widened and he'd run out of the hotel so quickly you'd have thought his feet was on fire. The cops had pursued but unfortunately he had gotten away. Her father had obviously not believed her, but didn't say anything because Mr. Walker obviously had believed her and had been so beside himself with worry that he forgot about the fact that she had run away in the first place.

Mr. Walker had then proceeded to get Glorianna her own suite, a warm bath run, and a trunk load of brand new dresses in the latest style sent up to her room. She was told that she was expected to be ready by 5 pm and that they would all go to dinner and discuss their up coming wedding.

Glorianna now sat in front of them, her heart broken, her spirit defeated, listening to their prattle about the wedding. She didn't care, truth be told she didn't care about anything anymore. She was heart broken and sick to her stomach. She barely picked at her food and all she could think of was Spot. The pain she was causing him, oh God…I wish it didn't have to be this way… She felt the tears well up in her eyes again and had to think of something else before her father and Mr. Walker noticed.

"So, Miss Glorianna, what do you think of that?" Mr. Walker asked her.

She glanced up at him, her eyes widening in surprise, "Um…well…sir…I think that would be just fine…"

"Great…three days it is. I'm so glad you want this to happen as quickly as I do," He leaned in conspiratorially, his eyes taking on a lecherous gleam as he whispered, "Actually, it's the wedding night I want to get to quickly…" Glorianna's stomach dropped and she felt nauseous, NO! her mind screamed.

"And please, dear, call me Charles…" He said, after taking a bite of his dinner, his mouth full of thick, juicy steak, "We're going to be married soon, after all…"