Bianca woke up and looked at the clock 6:30am. It wasn't time yet to go downstairs and open her presents, that gave her time to open Frankie's. She loved Christmas morning, it just seemed so magical, like everything was right in the world and there was nothing out of place. She looked out of the window and was pleased to see a white cloak of snow blanketing the earth. What a beautiful day. She put on her fuzzy red slippers and then went to her dresser where Frankie's present rested. Grabbing the present she sat down on her bed and eagerly opened it. She took out a book of Shakespeare Sonnets, she flipped through it and found one that was circled. She read it out loud:

"Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compar'd with loss of thee will not seem so."
-William Shakespeare

Bianca closed the book, that was an...odd one to highlight. She didn't know that Frankie was into Shakespeare. Smiling she put the book down and picked up the notebook that had been hidden under the sonnets. Bianca opened it and sheet of paper fell out. Bianca unfolded it and began to read:

My Bianca-la,
This is the hardest thing I've ever done and I hope you won't hate me, though I know that's to much to ask after what I've done to you, I never deserved the love that you gave me, but you gave it to me anyway and it changed me, it opened my heart and I saw the love in your eyes and I realized that I loved you too and that made everything so much harder. From the beginning I've been lying to you, I'm not the person you thought I was, though I wish I could be. I wish that I could have met you before my life spiraled out of control. No matter what this letter says I want you to know that I loved you...I still love you.
When I first came to town it was because Donald Steele paid me to become your friend, to become your lover but I swear the second I met you I knew I would never be able to hurt you like that. I was supposed to help Donald expose your love life for a big story he was working on and I thought I could do it but that first night I stayed at your house and I saw who you were I just couldn't, I tried to tell him that I wouldn't but he said he would do something even worse to you so I went along with it. I tried to leave town to save you but I couldn't leave you, my heart wouldn't let me, it won't even let me now but I know I have to, I took all of Donald's story material and burned it so he can't hurt you and neither can I. I hope that you'll remember the fun times we had together and I hope you find some girl that will love you without secrets weighing her down. I'm giving you my journal, that will explain everything and I hope one day you'll understand that I never wanted to leave you.
Love forever,
Frankie

Bianca let the letter drop from her hand, this wasn't right, Frankie hadn't been lying. Everything was all fuddled, she felt like there was an elephant on her chest, she didn't even know she was crying until a low moan left her throat and then it all hit her she was alone, and she wanted to die.

Laura stretched and yawned, she had fallen asleep working on her 'destroy Bianca project', she was going through pictures trying to find the perfect ones to make into slides to show at the Crystal Ball. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see Leo standing over her. Laura sat up and smiled, she knew he would come back to her. "Merry Christmas..." the sentence died in her throat as she saw the look on his face, and what he was holding.
"What the Hell is this?" he asked holding the pictures of Bianca and Frankie in front her face.
"It's nothing," she stammered thinking of a way to hide her secret plan, why did Leo have to go and ruin EVERYTHING!
"This is nothing?"
"Well I didn't want to tell you but Bianca sent them to me, it's a sick joke or something. She's probably trying to get back at me for marrying you, you don't know how sick she is."
"Really? And I suppose that she sent you that video tape with her and Frankie's name on it? And what is this?" he asked picking up her journal.
"It's nothing!" Laura screamed lunging for him but he sidestepped her. He opened it up and began reading:
"-'she'll pay for what she did. At the Crystal Ball everyone will see her for the slut she is'...Did Bianca write that too Laura? Huh?"
"You had no right to do that!" she shrieked, he moved out of the way again and Laura collapsed on the floor in tears. She wrapped her arms around herself and started rocking back and forth. "You love me," she repeated over and over again. "You love me, you love me, YOU LOVE ME!"