Important Notice!

In case you didn't get a chance to either read Chapter 3 before 1:30 PM (Central time), I've made slight changes to make the story make sense.

No worries though! The plot line is still the same…there were just some minor details changed.

If you don't want to re-read Chapter 3, here is a small list of what was changed:

Lilly Phillips (woman found in bathtub) had both her stomach and her throat slit.

She was not less than 3 months. She was around 6 months!

If you get a chance to re-read any of the chapters and find something that doesn't make sense, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know! I appreciate it!

Again, thank you sooo much for reading/reviewing/alerting/favoring my story: Undercover Disaster! :)

Undercover Disaster

Keiko Fujiwara

Chapter Four:

Evan's Pride

As quietly as possible, Vincent swiped his key card to unlock Deluxe Room #12 and gestured Catherine to go in ahead of him. She walked in and he closed the door before they sat down at the small table where untouched food was waiting for them.

"Eat as much as you want." Vincent said as Catherine had already started filling her plate. "You must be really hungry."

"You have no idea." She stated before biting into a steamed roll. "Mmmmmm….this is so good!"

"I told you Greenbrier's service was superb." Vincent grinned as he started piling food onto his plate as well.

For fifteen minutes, Catherine and Vincent ate in silence as they enjoyed each other's company.

Suddenly, Catherine's phone began ringing as she took one last bite of her steak. She looked at the name of the caller and through half chewed food, "Ish Ewehn." Vincent gave her a confused look and she swallowed her food, repeating, "It's Evan. He's probably wondering where I am."

She pressed the TALK button and said, "Chandler."

"Where the hell are you, Cat?! You've been out for nearly 45 minutes! Surely it doesn't take THAT long to get some fresh air!"

"Calm down, Evan. I'm fine. Look, I'm on my way back to the building so I'll see you in ten minutes. Okay?"

"If you're not back in fifteen, I'm calling the hotel security." Evan threatened, knowing Catherine wouldn't want to deal with that sort of embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Evan. I'll be back in ten." She sighed and ended the call before he could object. "Honestly," she looked at Vincent, "I swear he's too protective! Doesn't he know I am a qualified ass-kicker?!"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, Catherine, but I can't blame the guy." Vincent replied as he walked over to his bed and sat down. She followed him and sat down right next to him, giving him a really puzzled look.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, considering what he's been through, he has every right to worry. He was nearly killed by a psycho frat boy who was right under his wing and then he overheard the Beast ripping the perpetrator into shreds. If I were him, I definitely wouldn't be walking alone at night anymore. He's probably worried about you, Catherine."

"Well, he shouldn't be. I'm a grown woman who is capable of making my own decisions." She stated.

"That you are, Catherine." Vincent chuckled. "Even so, you being your own woman won't stop the people who care about you from worrying. It's in our nature to worry even if it isn't necessary. Hell, I worry about you every single day even when I'm with you."

"You do?" she looked into his eyes with appreciation.

He nodded and said, "Anytime you're with me, you're putting yourself at risk. If you aren't going to worry about your safety with me, someone has to."

"Vincent," she cupped his face with her hands and whispered, "I don't worry about my safety because I don't need to when I'm around you. I know you would never hurt me; even when you aren't completely yourself. If I was worried of being around you, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"Catherine—there are times I can't contr—"

"I'm not going anywhere, Vincent. I promise. Remember when you blacked out and transformed down in the abandoned tunnels? You weren't entirely yourself but you still didn't hurt me. Like I just told you a few minutes ago, I am my own woman. I make my own decisions and I'm not about to change my mind about you over a conversation started with a phone call from Evan. Trust me, Vincent, I see the real you and as I've said again and again, you have a good heart." Catherine smiled as she brushed a few bangs from his forehead. "Just remember, whatever happens during this undercover mayhem, there's no competition between you and Evan. I've already made my choice."

Vincent swore his heart skipped a beat when processing Catherine's words. He placed his hands on top of hers and removed them from his face. He gently kissed her knuckles and smiled. "Thanks, Catherine…I needed to hear that."

She grinned and planted a kiss on his forehead. "And don't forget it."

Vincent smirked and then his ears focused on something occurring in Catherine's suite. "You better get going…I think Evan is about to call 911 to file a missing Catherine report."

They both slowly made their way to the front door of the suite and Catherine suddenly gave Vincent a tight hug. Vincent's eyes widened in shock from her sudden embrace but softened as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Goodnight." She whispered.

"Goodnight." He replied, giving her a quick peck on the top of her head. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to knock."

"I won't." she smiled before making her way towards her suite. Vincent stared down the hall as he watched her walk away from him. There was no way in denying it now; he was definitely in love with Catherine Chandler and was proud to be a part of the only crime she'll ever commit—stealing his heart.

~BEAUTY AND THE BEAST~

Catherine swiped her key into her room and entered quietly.

"One more minute later and I swear I was going to call the National Guard."

"Please, Evan, you're taking things too seriously." Catherine silently laughed, heading towards her suitcase. "I'll be back in thirty minutes. I'm going to take a shower." She unzipped the top compartment of her suitcase and pulled out her favorite pjs along with a clean pair of underwear, a sports bra and her toiletries. "You don't need to wait up for me."

Before the British lad could respond, she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it. She didn't know if Evan's ulterior motives were pure so there was no way she was going to chance it. She slipped out of her clothes, one by one, and twisted the hot knob all the way to the right before twisting the cold knob slightly to the right to even out the temperature. She loved hot showers and she desperately needed to take one. She slipped out of her clothes and pulled out a towel from the bathroom's closet and placed it on the rack next to the shower. She held out her hand underneath the pouring water and decided it was ready before stepping into the steamy cubical.

She allowed the water to pour full blast against her back before leaning back to submerge her hair underneath the showerhead. As she took her shower, she couldn't help but think about a certain man staying in a room down the hall. She goofily smiled to herself, feeling as if she was a high school teen receiving a Valentine from her crush. She felt the temperature rise in her cheeks and knew it wasn't the water doing the trick. The trigger to her pure giddiness was none other than Vincent Keller.

She started shampooing her hair and suddenly, a thought about the crime scene popped into her mind. 'Lilly Phillips…she didn't seem to think her killer was a threat…but the other victims…at least Zachary and Timothy did. Zachary was protecting his daughter as he was being slaughtered. Timothy was in the closet. What if Timothy was hiding? But if he was, how would the killer know he was in the closet? What if, the killer started with Timothy first? As a message to the rest of the family…then…as he killed Timothy, Zachary and Colette walked in on him…he would have had no choice but to kill Zachary and Colette…but why kill Lilly as well? Lilly was most likely taking a shower during this whole fiasco so why kill her? Something about this doesn't make sense…Unless…the letter wasn't to Zachary but to Lilly…and she was the first to be killed and maybe Timothy saw what happened and turned to hide but he didn't hide in time…the killer saw him enter the closet…'

Whatever scenario Catherine came up with in her mind, she couldn't put all of the pieces together. There was always some kind of missing link. She decided to stop thinking and start scrubbing if she didn't want Evan to think she drowned in her own shower.

After ten minutes or so, she turned off the water and squeezed the water out of her hair before reaching blindly for her towel. After a few seconds of searching, her hand found the feathery material and she lifted it from the rack. She quickly hand-dried her hair then wrapped the towel around her small frame. She pulled back the shower door and stepped out into the now steamy room.

To feel secure while sharing a room with Evan, she decided to dress very modestly, wearing a sports bra, underwear and long sleeved flannel pajamas. Besides, she loved her black and white flannel pjs. Her pants were white with a pattern of mini black guns and gold badges imprinted on the material and her shirt was black with white writing across the chest area. She giggled as she looked in the mirror, reading the inscription backwards in her reflection: BADASS COP

She hung up her towel and opened the bathroom door before stepping out.

"It's about time you came out. Honestly, I'll never understand how women can stand to take long showers."

"And you probably never will." Catherine rolled her eyes as she picked up her borrowed pillows and placed them on the couch as well as grabbed her dark green fleece blanket.

"You do know there's a bed, right?" Evan asked as he looked at her while she continued moving pillows from the bed to the couch.

"I know but Evan, we're not married nor are we dating. Let's not make this into something it's not." Catherine replied.

"You just can't handle yourself around me." Evan smirked as he placed his hands behind his head. "You don't need to be shy Cat. I don't bite."

"Evan, stop creating fantasies in your head. You and I? This? It'll never work out. We're just too different." She said, crossing her arms as she gave him an assertive look.

"We haven't even given 'us' a try yet. How can you be so sure?" Evan asked, insulted.

"Because, Evan, you're not looking for a committed relationship. Trust me, I know you. You are a flirt and once you date a girl around three months, you find some excuse to break it off and find another to start the cycle all over again." Catherine replied.

"Maybe I just haven't found Miss Right yet."

"And what makes you think I'm her? Trust me, Evan, we're just two different people." she said.

Evan wanted to refute her statement but he decided now wasn't exactly the best time. Besides, he has other things to worry about. He'd confront her about this conversation later in the week. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "Those are interesting pjs. Where did you get them?"

"Vincent gave them to me for my birthday." Catherine smiled, glad he asked the question. If anything, she enjoyed flaunting her 'secret' relationship at Evan. He really deserved a newsflash every once and a while to remind him she wasn't his trophy. She was his coworker and nothing more.

"Oh." Evan replied, instantly regretting asking her such a question. "I didn't see him at your party."

"That's because it arrived a day late." She lied. "He couldn't make the time to come out to my party."

"Honestly, Cat, a guy like Vincent is bad news."

"What're you trying to say?!"

"Well, for one, he obviously broke your heart shortly after your mother died. That's heinous! If it were me, I'd at least wait until you've finished coping from her death."

"You don't even know the full story!" She exclaimed even though she didn't know anything about it herself. "He left because he had some personal issues to handle. I understood why he needed to handle them on his own. Hell, during the whole entire coping process, there were times I wish I could just be alone in order to handle it by myself! Don't judge him for something he did in the past. Besides, it wasn't a complete break up. It was more along the lines of temporary separation!"

"Then how come you've never mentioned him before? If he was such a darling to you in college, why didn't you ever brag about him the way you bragged about the other pieces of scum you've dated!?" Evan had no choice but to confront her about Vincent. He was provoked and there was no going back after saying what he said.

"How dare you!?" she spat. "You don't know a single thing about Vincent or about the way he's treated me!"

"It can't be too much different than Zeke..." he muttered but apparently it was loud enough for her to hear.

She grabbed her things and said, "I'm out of here!"

"Wait Catherine!" he shouted, grabbing her arm.

"Let go!" she shouted. "I'll kick you if I have to!"

"Cat, I didn't mean a word of what I said! I'm sorry!"

"Then why did you say it?!"

"Because…that Vincent guy…he seems to bring the worst out of me. I never meant for the conversation to go that far."

"Just because you didn't mean to say what you said, you still said it; meaning, you were thinking about it." Catherine said as she glared at him. "Now, I'm not going to say it again. Let. Me. Go."

"Catherine, I can't let you leave. Who knows if the killer is still out there! Besides, where would you go if you left at this hour?!"

"I'll go and stay with Vincent." She said firmly.

"And you'll risk blowing our cover!? Come on, Catherine! You have more sense than that! If you blow our cover, the killer will clam up and run! Do you want that to happen?"

"N-no." she muttered as she stopped trying to rip her arm away from his grip.

"I'm sorry I said anything about Vincent. You're right. I haven't been giving him a chance yet. I've let my judgment cloud my senses and get the better of me. I won't let that happen again. Look, it's been a long night. Let's just sleep it off so we can get back to work tomorrow. Okay?" He released her arm and she walked back to the couch, defeated. She knew Evan was right; she couldn't blow their cover; not even if she wanted to get away from Evan. "As soon as this crime is solved, I'm going to stay with Vincent."

With that, she pulled back the covers on her makeshift couch-bed and lied down. She knew it was going to be a long night—especially after that intense conversation with Evan. Sometimes, she just wants to slap that charming face of his and put him into his place. She would save that slap for another deserving day. That's for sure.

~BEAUTY AND THE BEAST~

Catherine tossed and turned throughout the night, not being able to get comfortable. She mentally cursed herself for being the one to offer to sleep on the couch but she knew as sure as hell that Evan wasn't going to volunteer. She sat up and stretched her muscles before walking over to the little table where her phone was charging. 'It's only three in the morning…that means about four or five more hours of this torture…' She decided there was no way she could get any sleep sleeping on the couch so she unplugged her phone and sluggishly walked over to her carryon bag. She quietly ripped off a sheet from it and grabbed a pen from her bag before writing a little white lie: Went to see if I could find a maid to ask her for a cot. Be back whenever. Time left: 5:30 AM.

She figured two and a half hours would be plenty of time to steal some sleep elsewhere—whether it was with Tess or Vincent. She snatched her room key and tiptoed out of the suite before she could wake up Evan. Luckily enough for her, he was a deep sleeper.

She quietly walked passed Tess's room and realized Tess had to get up extra early so it wouldn't be fair to invade her beauty sleep so Catherine smirked, knowing what Plan B was. She walked down the hall a little ways and softly knocked on Vincent's door. After a minute or so of standing and waiting, she saw the door swing open and a really tired former doctor rubbing his eyes.

"Something wrong?" he asked but she didn't reply. She was too focused on the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Catherine?"

She shook her thoughts away and whispered, "I couldn't sleep. The couch in the suite isn't exactly made for sleeping."

"Come on. I think I can sacrifice space for you." Vincent muttered with sarcasm in his voice. "Is there a time you need to be back in your room?"

"No later than six…I gave me about a three-hour leeway…I just hope Evan doesn't wake up and read the note before 5:30…that wouldn't be too good."

"If he does, I'm sure he'll call your cell." Vincent said as Catherine made herself comfortable on his bed.

"Yeah…" she replied with a tired voice. He scooted himself onto the other side of the bed and draped his right arm over her torso. She suddenly twisted over and planted her head against his left breast and wrapped her arms around his abdomen. He, at first was shocked by her sudden forwardness but smiled as he pulled her closer to him with his arms encircling her small frame.

After thirty minutes of listening to her soft, constant breathing, he finally fell asleep himself. Life couldn't get any better than this…or so he thought.

~BEAUTY AND THE BEAST~

Catherine woke up and inhaled a deep breath before her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. She couldn't help but smile to the fact that she was right where she wanted to be—Vincent's arms. She looked over his shoulder and stared at the clock. '5:30 AM' She frowned, knowing that their peaceful time together was almost over.

"Did you sleep better?" Vincent asked, startling her. She grinned and nodded.

"I don't think I've ever slept so peacefully before."

"Same here." He smirked. "By the way, nice choice of pjs."

"Thanks."

"Who gave them to you?" he asked, playfully.

"Oh…hmmm…now that you've asked me, I can't seem to put a name with a face..." she looked up as she placed her right pointer finger on her chin. "Whoever he was, I haven't had a chance to properly thank him."

"Oh?"

"Yeah…I didn't get the opportunity to tell him that of all of my presents I received on my 28th birthday, his was the best one." She smiled.

"Well…I think I know who you're talking about. Strapping young lad with a bipolar complex right?" He laughed.

"Yeah! That's who I'm talking about! Could you give him a message for me?"

"Sure. I think that can be arranged."

"Tell him his gift was really sweet and thoughtful." Her eyes shimmered as she gazed into his.

"Anything else?"

Just as she was about to make a rapid decision to press her lips against his, her cellphone rang. She mentally cursed Aphrodite as she pulled the beeping mechanical device from her pocket.

"Hello?" she groaned.

"Cat? Where're you?"

"I couldn't find any mattresses. I'm on my way back. I'll be there in a minute." She muttered before ending the call. "Looks like you're going to have to wait to deliver the message."

"I'm positive he'll be willing to receive it at any time."

She slid off of the bed and pecked his cheek. "Bye."

As she walked backwards away from him like a giddy high school girl, he couldn't think of what to say so he waved a farewell. As she slowly disappeared from the room, he wondered whether or not she knew what she does to him. Just as he was about to go back asleep, his cellphone rang.

He groaned with annoyance and thought about not answering it but knew that option was not available to him. JT would seriously die from heart failure if Vincent never answered any of his calls.

"It's 5:50 in the morning, man! Don't you have any common sense?"

"I was just wondering if you made it through your first night at Greenbrier."

"Night #1 was pretty successful. Now, I would like to go back to sleep, JT. Some of us don't like conversing in the wee hours of the morning."

"Fine but be sure to call in a few hours or so…If you don't, I'll leave you a lot of Hate messages. Got that, Keller?"

"Yes, JT. Roger that." Vincent replied before ending the call. Even though he told JT he was planning on sleeping again, he couldn't stop thinking about a certain cop a few doors down the hall. Catherine was right; there was no need for him to be jealous of Evan. There was no competition but that still didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun. He was going to MAKE SURE Evan Marks knew Catherine wasn't available. 'I think it's time to start meddling between the Mr. and Mrs. Davies's marriage…' He smirked at the thought of starting a fake affair with Catherine Chandler. It would certainly shake things up a bit but who hasn't heard of a marriage gone wrong? It certainly wouldn't be the first.

~BEAUTY AND THE BEAST~

"Trouble in paradise?" Tess asked as Catherine and Evan made their way to the Main Dining Room for a nice breakfast.

"You have no idea." Catherine replied, giving Evan an annoyed look. Evan simply ignored her glare and pretended as if everything was perfect.

"Every couple has their fights." He grinned and pulled a chair back for Catherine. "Isn't that right DARLING?" Catherine couldn't believe this! When she had returned to the suite, she told Evan she wanted out. She told him she wanted to pretend to be Vincent's wife and not his. Evan wouldn't hear any of it! She told Evan that if he didn't let her be fake-married to Vincent, she would pretend to start an affair with him. Evan basically stated that he wasn't going to have that conversation and ignored her for the rest of the night. Catherine was certainly a pissed off fake wife.

"Don't even go there." She said with grotesque. She knew she wasn't going to enjoy sharing a room with Evan but Joe wouldn't listen to her. "Some of us need to start growing up after we turn thirty."

"Woah…what the hell happened between you last night?!" Tess asked with a shocked expression. "I mean, it's like you're a different person, Ca—I mean, Olivia. What happened to Miss Evan Marks Flirty Pants I used to know you as?"

"People change." She replied. "Anyways, Regina, where is your uniform?"

"I don't start working until 9…at 8:30 I'll go back and change." Tess said. "Hey, isn't that Vincent or whatever his name is?"

Catherine looked towards the direction Tess was pointing and smiled. Tess watched as the two of them tossed loving expressions towards one another. She's never seen her partner, Cat, look at any man like that before—not even Evan.

"Can I join the three of you? I don't know anyone else here and I'd rather not eat alone." Vincent asked, shaking Tess from her thoughts.

"Sure…have a seat." Tess replied before Evan could object. Vincent sat down in the empty chair next to Tess and told her thank you.

"Have you guys ordered yet?" Catherine shook her head and blushed when she felt Vincent grab her hand from underneath the table.

"Good." He replied. "I was hoping I'd get here in time."

"Or you planned on invading our party the whole entire time." Evan muttered but Catherine and Vincent both overheard him, deciding to ignore him so there wouldn't be any bloodshed in the near future.

Tess observed how happy Catherine looked as Vincent literally stared only at her as if no one else existed. She also noted how Evan was glaring at Vincent in disgust. 'Yup…this whole fake marriage thing between Cat and Evan is just about to get interesting…I think there may be an affair starting soon.' She smirked. She didn't care if Catherine 'divorced' Evan for the hunk sitting beside her. She would probably do the same thing.

Suddenly, a waitress came by and said, "Hello, my name is Chelsea and I'm going to be serving you today. Will there be anything you'd like to drink?"

"I'll have water." Tess replied.

"And for you three?" Chelsea asked as she looked at Evan, Catherine and Vincent.

"I'll have water as well." Catherine said.

Chelsea looked at Vincent and he asked for a Diet Coke and then her eyes met Evan's. "You, sir?"

"I'll have me a Sprite." He replied in his charming British accent.

She handed the group their menus and as she winked at Evan, she exclaimed, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

The group silently waited until Chelsea came back with their drinks and they then ordered their breakfast. As Chelsea placed Evan's drink in front of him, she placed a straw next to his drink with her cellphone number written on the wrapping. She winked once more at him before skipping off to the next table.

"Teenagers…I don't know what it is but they all seem to love me." Evan smirked as he turned back towards the group. "But only ONE ever stole my heart."

"Oh?" Vincent smirked. "Are you referring to your mother?"

Both Catherine and Tess nearly spat out their drinks because of their sudden fits of laughter exiting their diaphragm. As Tess wiped her eyes from potential tears, she continued to giggle. "Okay, I just have to say, no offense ERIK, but that remark just made my day!"

"None taken, Regina. I saw that coming." He lied. Evan couldn't stand the feeling of being humiliated in front of Cat! 'The nerve of that guy!' "As a matter of fact, Vincent," he cleared his throat, "I was referring to my lovely wife Olivia."

Without warning, he leaned and kissed Catherine on the cheek.

Catherine tensed up while receiving a cheek kiss from him as if she were being slobbered on by her most hated aunt.

Luckily, during the entire kissing cheek torture, Vincent did not once release her hand from under the table. In a way, it also kept him calm from ripping Evan's lips off of his face.

"Here's your food!" Chelsea beamed as she brought over a large tray of filled plates.

As Chelsea was passing out the food, Evan exclaimed. "Oh! That's right!" Everyone gave him a weird look, even Chelsea. "Olivia, you left your ring sitting by the sink as you washed your face this morning. You're such a forgetful person, silly."

As he kissed her cheek again, he slipped the fake wedding ring over her left ring finger and Chelsea squealed. "OMG! Did you two…like…just marry?!"

"That would be correct!" Evan beamed. He had to start some kind of scene. He wanted to use this fake wedding scenario to make a move onto Catherine and if it had to be within the public eye, he knew she couldn't back out of it. "We just married three days ago!"

"Ooooh! I love newlyweds! Come on! Kiss her for me! I love it when couples kiss! It's sooooo romantic!"

If Evan wasn't enjoying himself right now, he would have thought Chelsea was being weird but he didn't pay any mind. "Just tell me where."

Catherine glared at Evan but, like all the other times, he ignored her looks of hatred. Even Vincent and Tess thought what Evan was doing was incredibly low.

"Kiss her on the lips!" Chelsea squealed and three more teenage waitresses stood beside her to support this new movement.

Suddenly, Evan sensed evil glares from all three of the people sitting around him and he instantly stuttered, "Ah…B-but…we are m-more of a p-p-private couple…We d-don't like kissing in p-public."

Out of nowhere, an elderly man, probably a pervert of some sort, yelled from across the dining room, "KISS HER ON THE LIPS! KISS HER ON THE LIPS! KISS HER ON THE LIPS!"

Eventually, the entire room roared, chanting for Evan to kiss Catherine. Catherine was never going to forgive him for this. One reason Catherine was going to hate him was because he willingly brought on this entire uproar and the second reason was because they were undercover, she had to also make it look real.

As he caved-in from the peer pressure, he hastily pressed his lips against hers in an effort to shut the crowd up. This just made them want even more. The same man who started the uproar, he screamed, "GIVE HER SOME TONGUE!"

Vincent couldn't watch as Evan literally forced his tongue into Catherine's mouth. He knew Catherine was trying so hard to keep Evan's tongue from entering past her lips but he eventually won the battle.

As people started to clap, Evan slowly removed his lips from hers and muttered, "See that wasn't so bad."

"You are a jerk." Catherine muttered under her breath before she started jamming her food into her mouth. The last taste she wanted to remember was the awful taste of Evan's tongue swiping across hers. As she finished her food in a hurry, she stood up and said, "I'll be going to the crime scene now."

As Evan started to follow her, Vincent abruptly stood up and chased her. It was either chase Catherine or wait until he and Evan were alone so he could tear his head off.

Evan stared back at his food feeling mixed emotions. Yes, he was proud that he was able to finally give Catherine the kiss he's always wanted to share with her. It was nothing like the kiss he gave her at her birthday party. This kiss was way more intimate on his part. But a small part of him felt horrible for doing that to his friend in front of all of those people. She was probably completely embarrassed. He was surprised she didn't slap him. He looked up at Tess and she gave him a look of disgust.

"I knew you were a flirt, dude, but seriously. That was messed up and wrong. Just be glad she didn't bite your tongue in the process. If I were you, I would stay away from her as much as possible…Who knows what she may do to you."

With that, Tess walked off and made Evan feel worse than he ever thought he would.

~BEAUTY AND THE BEAST~

Keiko Fujiwara:

Alright, there's chapter four!

What did you think?!

I personally wanna slap Evan so much! DX (Sorry, Evan-fans!)

What do you think will happen when Vincent meets up with Catherine?!

By the way, while writing this chapter, I've been playing Wherever You Will Go on a nonstop loop! :D That was the song played will Vincent and Catherine danced in Bridesmaid Up! If you haven't listened to the entire song yet, I advise you to do so! IT is SOOOO beautiful! XD