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Here's a glance back at the past so we can find out what our three leading ladies are up to...

The Wedding

Bianca allowed her bridesmaids to help her into her dress and fix her veil. This was it; today was her wedding. Smiling, Bianca accepted the bouquet Melinda was holding out to her. Taking a final glance in the mirror, Bianca was struck by such an overpowering feeling that it took her a moment to realize it was happiness.

She was getting married to the strongest, kindest man she had ever known and for the first time in her life the very thing she wanted most in the world was hers for the taking. Bianca was finally going to have a life free from the coven she was born to, no longer bound by their laws or isolated from the world around them. Bianca would never have to be an assassin again; there would be children and bake sales and family vacations instead of combat training. On this day, with her new family, Bianca was changing her destiny.

All she had to do was walk down the aisle.

All the guests stood and Bianca stepped out on the arm of Coop, who would be giving her away. During her time with the Halliwell family Bianca had come to rely on Coop and his advice as she found the task of integrating her feelings for Chris and the idea of their relationship into her life. The cupid had become a surrogate father to her and with no family of her own at the ceremony, Bianca had asked Coop if he would walk her down the aisle. As they began their descent Bianca cast a glance over their guests and for a split second her smile faltered. Recovering quickly, Bianca smiled and made eye contact with Chris before reaching him and taking his hand in hers.

After the ceremony was finished, Bianca slipped away for a moment as the photographer took pictures of the groomsmen. She came up behind a tree and waited, her friend meeting her a second later.

"I didn't expect to see you," Bianca spoke.

"I didn't know whether or not I was coming," Rae said. "But then again the choice was never mine to make," the redhead stepped closer. "I ran into him yesterday; Wyatt was more than I expected."

"I thought the 'plan' was to stay as far away as possible," her cousin reminded her. "Do the other Phoenix know you're here?"

"No, I severed ties a few months ago. I decided to follow your lead and get out, even came to San Francisco for a fresh start."

"Not exactly following your plan to stay away from the twice blessed, are you?"

Rae dropped her head down and pursed her lips. "Not particularly. I seem to keep getting pulled closer and closer. I'm worried, Birdie."

"About enacting the Curse? You know I will do whatever is in my power to protect you-"

"I know you will but the Curse can only end one way. I can't live that way again. I won't."

"Then what are you going to do?" The question hung between them for several minutes; the only answer Rae had to give was silence.

The banging on the door woke Bianca up and she dragged herself out of bed. Seeing her cousin on the other side of the threshold, she was glad that her groom was taking a shower and stepped into the hallway before closing the door behind her. "What's going on?"

A tear spilled down Rae's face and she picked her cuticles. "I'm so sorry, Birdie. I didn't mean to do it," the redhead shook her head and her ringlets bounced in motion. "I enacted the curse," the crying young woman held out a hand and Bianca took it, looking at the tattoo that was gradually growing up her hand from the initial site; her ring finger. "Birdie, I bound myself to him."

And to Bianca it seemed to be the only way she and her cousin could communicate their thoughts these days, their bodies and thoughts halted in silence.

Rhiannon clamored down the stairs and saw a young woman behind the bar. It was only eleven in the morning and the rest of the bar was quiet, the woman preferring to work in silence and darkness. There was an air of mystery to the space but with a name like Potions Rae figured it was all apart of the ambiance. "I see you've arrived safely," the other woman spoke with her back still turned away from her. Finishing whatever she had been doing, Melinda turned and stared at the redhead Bianca had begged her to help. It wasn't everyday she was asked to hide something from her family but then again, Melinda had seen this coming.

Walking out from behind the counter, Mel took the other woman's hand and studied her ring finger. "This is a very old, powerful and severe curse that you carry. The fact that you knew about it before you enacted it makes you foolish. The fact that you don't want to tell my brother about it makes you stupid."

"There's only one way for the curse to be broken," Rae said, "and it might be stupid to stand here and watch myself die but better me than Wyatt. I just want to know if anything can be done to keep it under wraps. I may not have known your brother long but I know enough that he'll keep whatever promise he's made and I can't have him come looking for me."

"I might have a way," Melinda moved over to a sitting area and poured a cup of tea, handing it to her guest. "It's just going to require...some strategic maneuvering."