Author's Note: Just posted the first chapter, but I couldn't help myself! I hope you guys like it, and please, please, please review!

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In Holy Matrimony

Chapter 2

Kane and Lita had been gone for nearly twenty minutes when my secretary came into the office, sitting down carefully in one of the chairs before me, as not to wrinkle the colorful, knee-length skirt she was wearing. I gave her a small smile as she approached. Her name was Casey Evans, and she was nineteen years old. I met her when she was sixteen on a trial summer job at L&Y Loan Corporation. I was returning my loan that day, and I immediately liked Casey. She's a bright, cheerful girl who was always polite and did a painstakingly good job at being a secretary. As soon as her trial was over at L&Y, I offered her a job. She accepted, and later admitted that she liked it a lot better than a huge business. At my insistence, Casey finished high school with help from a special program that operated at night.

My business—officially dubbed Wade's Weddings—is my pride and joy. I started it off from an inheritance that I got from my grandmother, who past away that year. How the inheritance fell into my hands is a terribly long story, so I'll give you the short version. I was the byproduct of a one-night-stand and my mother didn't want me. Andrew Yates is my father's name, and I've never seen him in my entire life. My mother kept me, and, as she often told me, just as a write-off on her taxes. For all the love that my mother was lacking, Gram made up for it. Gram was constantly angry at Mother because of the way she treated me. Once Gram passed away, I received all of her money and property. Mother got a few things—nothing valuable, mind you, just keepsakes and some furniture. Gram passed away when I was eighteen. I dropped out of my first semester of college, had Gram cremated and her ashes spread across the lake that she'd always loved to look out at, and then started this business. There had been a couple of times I had been worried about the business failing, but I pulled through.

Three years ago, I had a transaction phase, knowing it couldn't keep being a one-woman operation. I was getting a decent amount of feedback and many recommendations. I hired four aspiring planners and a secretary. I meet with every couple we plan—it's exhausting, but I couldn't handle it any other way—and get a general idea for what they want, sketch out a broad plan, and put them to one of the four others I'd employed to add details and make it work. Of course, I did the big wigs myself—that way if it fell through I had no one but myself to blame.

"Earth to Kathy...you there?" Casey asked, and I looked up at her, giving her a smile.

"Yeah, I'm here," I told her with a smile. "Nice hair," I said, and she smiled. Casey had a passionate love for dying her hair all colors of the rainbow—but somehow it always looked professional. If I, on the other hand, dyed my hair neon yellow, would look like a banana. Casey laughed at my comment, and then spoke.

"Want to grab a bite to eat?" she questioned.

I glanced down at my appointment book. I had another meeting at two thirty, but that until then I was free. "All right."

I was midway through my burger at Mel's, a 50's Diner, when Casey began talking. "I'm so excited, aren't you?" she asked suddenly, and I raised an eyebrow, swallowing a mouthful of delicious meat.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Kane and Lita," she repeated, and I tilted my head, waiting for her to go on. "They're wrestlers!" Casey announced, her tone exasperated. "They're in the WWE."

"I thought wrestling was for juiced-up freaks," I said lightly, remembering one of Casey's earlier statements when her little brother had come in and watched wrestling on the television in the waiting room. Still, I paused. The WWE... It sounded so familiar.

"Shut up," Casey said, sticking her tongue out at me.

"Very lady-like," I observed of her mature comeback, and took a large bite out of my burger.

"Like that's not," Casey said, pointing to me with her fork. She stabbed the salad below her. "Anyways... I think this is going to be our big break. I mean, the wedding is going to be on national television!"

I nearly choked on my burger. "W-What? I thought they were kidding!" I exclaimed.

"No! Lita and Kane are going to be married on Monday on RAW on Spike TV!" Casey replied, her voice excited.

"So that's why the deadline is so close..." I murmured, and touched my forehead, suddenly recalling Lita's sullen and resigned mood about their wedding. "Why isn't Lita excited about the wedding?"

"Why should she be?" Casey snorted. "She was forced into it." I froze, dropping the hamburger in my hand onto the plate, swearing softly.

I've always been a person of good moral... There was no way I could, with all my heart, take part in forcing her into marriage. Yet...national T.V.! This could be, like Casey said, our big break.

Was I willing to risk my first big break because of some sense of loyalty to the other woman?

I dropped my head in my hands at the answer that came to me instantly.

Yes.

What difference would it make, I asked myself, if I didn't do the plans? Another person would. There was no way I could help Lita. Still, the moral conscience in my head persisted. Damn thing. I frowned suddenly, a thought occurring to me. "Casey?"

"Yes?"

"Set up an appointment with Lita for me—and just Lita. I don't want Kane there. I just want her."

"Kane only left his number, but I'll find Lita for you," Casey promised.

"Thanks," I said. I wanted this big break, but I wanted to help Lita, too. If she didn't want to marry Kane, then she shouldn't have to! My mind was working at rapid speed, and I couldn't help but think:

Maybe there's a way I can have both.