Chapter 3 - The Truth Hurts

As the lights came on in the palace's dance studio, Lita sighed. She walked over to the stereo and placed two cds in, and took the remote with her to her things. Lita reached into her bag, pulling out her pointe shoes*. The music started to play on her command and she started to warm up. After she was finished, she changed to the other disc. Lita went to one side of the studio and waited for the cue. Once it was found, she started to dance, just as graceful as she did the day before.

Ophelia walked down the hall towards the studio, noticing the lights she wondered to herself who could be in there that early in the morning. As she stepped into the doorway she knew. Ophelia sat down near Lita's things and proceed to put on her own pointe shoes.

"I didn't know anyone came in here at four in the morning," Lita said to Ophelia when she was done dancing.

"Just little o me," she replied with a smile. " I have good news about your dress. I'm nearly finished. I just need you to try it on for adjustments."

"Perfect!" She paused," Well, I must be going, still a lot to finish before the wedding. I'll come the shop later today."

Ophelia was confused, she saw that Lita loved to dance ballet, but for some reason she didn't like other people to see her dance.

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She had doubts about what she was doing. She didn't want to know something that would ruin everything now. But still, she proceed. The five white candles around her, her book of shadows lying open before her, and her incense burning.

"Moon and tide save help me now,

I seek the truth here not yet found,

For underneath the fog there lies,

New possibilities for I,

So let this night be unlike others,

And let the noble show their colors,

And let the meek and cowards run,

For now the moon seeks out her sun,

And by the power that is three,

So as I will I it, so mote it be."

As she spoke those words, Lita lit each of the five candles. She only hoped that the truth spell would work.

Lita then decided she needed to finalize some of the wedding plans. She went downstairs and changed, then went to her office.

Papers were everywhere. Lita started to pick up different sheets and walked out. She took about six steps toward her bedroom and passed out.

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As Serena passed the ballroom, decorated for the wedding, she stopped.

"What's wrong?" Darien asked, as soon as he noticed.

"I was just wishing that we had a normal wedding,"

"Serena, we're not normal,"

"But I really wish that I got wear the beautiful white dress and walk down the aisle."

"Look, I promise that one day we'll have a normal wedding,"

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Lita awoke to the sound of shuffling papers. She moved the bed sheets and started to sit up. William heard, got up, and went to her side.

"You shouldn't try to sit up just yet," he softly spoke.

"What happened?"

"I came in and found you amongst our wedding plans. From what I could tell you passed out and hit your head on the doorway pretty hard. I brought you in here, gave you a cold compress, and did some of the work for you,"

"Thanks William, but I'm still mad at you for what you had said,"

"I know, but that doesn't mean that I still can't take care of you," he replied as he rewet the washcloth and placed it on her forehead.

Lita looked up at him and sighed," You were right though. I got mad because I didn't want anyone to know."

"I've always known that. When you were turned down by Tokyo on Pointe Ballet Company, I knew you that it would kill you until you became a principal ballerina at some good company."

"I'm sorry about all of this."

"It's okay, just take some time to rest. I'll work on some of the wedding plans,"

"Alright," was the last thing she said before drifting off into her slumber land.

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"Where is she? Lita knew that she was going to get her dress, and pick our dresses today," Serena whined.

"I'm here. I didn't mean to be late. I fell asleep," Lita spoke walking in the door.

"Don't mind Serena. She's just a little on the irritable side," Amy spoke.

"Well, the bride's here, and so is her dress," Ophelia spoke walking in, dress in hand. "The dressing rooms are to the left."

"Thank you," Lita replied, taking her gown.

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Lita stepped onto a platform set between several mirrors. As soon as the girls saw the dress they all started making comments.

Her dress was exactly how she had imagined it.