She looked out her bedroom window as she watched her family and friends
gather outside for her wedding. She couldn't believe this was happening. At
the age of 19 Emily Bowen-Quartermaine was getting married.

Sure she loved Juan, but a part of her was asking is she was in love with
him. How could she tell what being in love was like, when she had never felt
it before?

Emily's thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the door. "Who is it?" She
called out.

"Emily, it's Chloe. I have the dress and Veil." Chloe told her through the
door.

"Come on in Chloe." Emily said still looking out the window.

Chloe came in and saw Emily at the window. "Nervous Emily?" she asked.

Emily turned to her cousin and asked, "How do you know your in love?"

"Emily, why are you asking now an hour before you walk down the aisle?"
Chloe asked her as she tried to stay calm.

Emily sighed heavily and looked at Chloe, "Because I'm not in love with
Juan."

"Oh Emily, are you sure?" Chloe asked as Emily nodded sadly.

"I love Juan, but only as a friend. It'll hurt less to stand him up then it
will in say six months, a year when I ask for a divorce."

"So your going to leave without an explanation?"

"No, there's an explanation, right here." Emily said as she walked over to
the dresser and picked up a cream colored envelope with the name Juan written
on it."Will you give it to him?"

"Yeah, I will. I hope this is really the right thing for you Emily."

"I'm very sure it is." Emily told her as she handed Chloe the envelope.

About ten minutes later Chloe found Juan. She gave him a half smile and
handed him the envelope. "You need to read this now." She told him before she
walked away.

Juan opened the envelope and read the letter. His eyes widened and his heart
fell. Juan turned to Sonny. "She's gone."

"What? Gone, why?" Sonny asked.

"She's not in love with me." He said with pain penetrating his voice.

"Juan, maybe she just let cold feet get the best of her. " Sonny suggested.

"I have to talk to her." Juan said and ran out of the room and went in
search of Emily.

Juan was looking around the rose garden where the wedding was to be held. He
was at the top of the aisle. He looked around for some kind of answer,
something to tell him this wasn't true. At that moment he heard the crowd of
people around him. Gasps of shock, women fainting and men gawking.

Did everyone know? How could they? He could've just been any nervous groom.
But it was then when he heard Elizabeth weeping that he knew it wasn't him
they were staring and gawking at. As though if he were in slow motion Juan
turns around and sees a man, his age that he doesn't know. Everyone else
does, but not him.

"Who are you?" Juan demanded to know.

"Where's Emily?" The man asked ignoring Juan's question.

"Who are you?" Juan demanded again, this time however he slammed his foot
down as though he were a toddler demanding a sweet.

"Where's Emily!" The man demanded to know, this time it was clear he needed
to know.

"She left me, is that what you want to know whoever the hell you are?" Juan
yelled.

"Thank God!" The man said as he let his mind run wild as to where Emily
would go. A smile crossed his lips as he realized where Emily would be.

The man started to run out when Elizabeth grabbed him by the arm and looked
at his eyes. "Lucky?" She asked, as her voice wavered in the shock of seeing
him.

"Yeah, I've got to go Liz. I *have* to find Emily." He said sharply.

Liz tried to get him to stay but then Nikolas placed his hands on her
shoulders and whispered in her ear. Liz let go of any thoughts of making him
stay. She stood there next to her husband and watched her first love walk
away.

About an hour later Lucky was at Banisters Wharf looking for the sno-cone
vender He knew once he found the vender he would find Emily. Sno-cones,
Emily's one comfort food. Over the last three years of watching from the
monitor Faison had set it, he had been able to see that no matter what her
problem had been, sno-cones seemed to be what she ate when she needed to
think.

He stood at the top level and looked around. There he saw the vender, and
right next to the cart sitting on the bench was the slender figure, of Emily
Quartermaine. Her brown hair pulled on top of her head the way it would've
been if she had walked down the aisle. The vender handed her a cherry
sno-cone and she walked to the other side and sat down on a bench and watched
the water.

Lucky watched her for a few moments and then walked over to her. He cleared
his throat to get her attention and then said, "I thought you liked grape."

Emily didn't look up. She looked down sadly at the cherry sno-cone. "I
haven't had grape since my best friend died." She realized someone knew that
was her favorite, there favorite. But how? She looked up and when there eyes
locked she dropped the sno-cone.

"Why does everyone have to gawk?" He asked, but not really asking as he sat
down next to her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked as her voice was a mixture of
the anger and happiness of this moment.

"Well, see I've been locked up and forced to watch Nikolas and Liz fall
deeply in love, and I've been forced to watch you pretend to be in love with
that really high strung guy, who was freaking out in your grandmother's rose
garden."

"You were there? But why?" She asked confused.

Lucky turns away. He's not sure how to tell her this. He thinks it's foolish
himself. Those afternoons trapped, and alone The only company what he could
see on the monitor, fall afternoons watching her study, winter afternoons
watching her try and figure out the quickest route home, spring afternoons
giddy with the excitement of the season, summer afternoons when the sun would
shine on her hair, the way she seemed to always know exactly what she had in
store for herself.

"Spencer, your looking at me weird. What's this all about?" She asks him.

"I didn't want you to make a mistake." He said hiding the truth.

"Mistake, how would know if my marry Juan would be a mistake?" She said,
determined to find out what this was all about.

"He's not the man for you." He told her. "He couldn't be."

Lucky was silently cursing himself. He had been so close to telling her what
he honestly believed with his entire heart. That he, Lucky Spencer was the
only man that could ever make Emily happy, that could ever cherish her. Other
then the fact that he knew if he did tell her she would most likely slap him,
he would have to leave. He had finally escaped. Everyone would know he was
alive by dusk. But Faison, Faison was still a threat.

Emily watched Lucky, she could tell the wheels in his mind were going a
hundred miles a minute. Thoughts coming and going. Idea's being created and
rejected. Lucky Spencer was alive, he had come to stop her wedding. A wedding
she had almost gone through with. She would have except the night before she
had been looking around her room and found a picture of her, Lucky and Sly.
As she looked at the picture she had broken down in tears hugging herself and
let it fall to the ground when she saw the faces of her two best friends.
Lucky, killed by a fire. Sly, killed in a hit-and-run just outside the high
school on Graduation.

When Emily had looked at the picture again, it wasn't that she was the only
one still alive. It was that she had loved both dearly. It was that moment,
she questioned her love for Juan. It was that moment as she stood at her
bedroom window waiting the stars in the sky that she wished for the love of
her life to stop the wedding tomorrow. If no one stopped it then she would
know she should be with Juan and go back to him. But now, after she had heard
Lucky tell her he had come to stop the wedding she knew. She knew deep within
her heart that Lucas Lorenzo Spencer, Jr., was the love of her life.

Emily reached out and took Lucky's had. His mind was still spinning so he
hadn't even notice that Emily had pulled him away from the bench and they
were walking to the catacombs. When they got there, Emily escorted him in and
took two turns left, and one turn right. It was then that she stopped. She
released his hand and looked at him. "I think the oddest thing about the
situation is last night I looked up at the stars and asked for a sign that
marrying Juan was the right thing. I asked that if it wasn't to have the love
of my life stop the wedding. Then here, today you show up and tried to stop
it. What is going through your mind Lucky Spencer?"

Lucky looks at Emily, as his mind digested the words. "All I can say." He
started softly, "Is that, I believe the stars in the sky granted your wish."

Emily's heart pounded in her chest. "Lucky, you come back from the dead or
wherever you were to stop my wedding. To a man you've never meet? Because
why?"

Lucky steps closer and brushes the few loose strands of hair away from her
eyes, "Because, I've watched you in the springtime, the summertime, in the
autumn and in the winter. I've seen you laugh, I've seen you cry. I've seen
you afraid, I've seen you happy. But when I would see you with Juan, part of
you was shut off, part of you was gone."

She took a step back and said, "Lucky, that's not an answer."

Lucky smiled and then said, "This isn't something I ever thought I could
tell you Emily."

Emily's eyes grew wide. Dear God, she thought to herself, there are two
possibilities, either he's gay or he's in the mob. Please don't let him be in
the mob. "Tell me." She finally said.

Lucky reached out and took her hand, "All those afternoons I was tortured by
watching my friends, it wasn't Elizabeth or Nikolas that kept me from dying
in there. It was you."

Emily's eyes showed her confusion. No Mob, and not gay. What the hell was
it? Screamed in her mind. "Maybe I'm just dense but I'm not getting what your
saying."

Lucky smiled and said, "You've never been dense, you've always let your
heart lead you." He paused afraid to say it, "Which is why I have to tell you
what my heart is dying to say."

Emily bit her lower lip, softly not hard at all. Her stomach in knots. Could
he be saying he's in love with her? That thought ran through her mind. No,
she couldn't allow herself to believe that. Her mind flashed back to the
night before. She hadn't excepted any of this to happen. She put the picture
down on the dresser and her eyes were still glued to the image of Lucky. He
was the man she loved. Emily Quartermaine loved a dead man. He's not dead
any longer. Her mind told her.

"Emily, I've said this only to Elizabeth, and my parents and baby sister."
He told her.

He was! her mind exclaimed.

"Lucky, please just tell me." She urged.

"Emily, I'm in love with you."

Emily forced herself to stand still. She would not run over to him, pull him
in her arms and kiss him the way she had dreamed the night before. The dream
for which she had scolded herself for having just this morning.

Lucky could tell he had shocked Emily. Shocked her beyond belief. Finally he
spoke. "I understand completely if you don't feel the same way."

Before Emily could respond by telling him how not just the dream last night
had been him, all of her dreams had been him. There was a loud crashing sound
and both were instantly still. It was then the haunting voice spoke.

"So, I not only have you, but the woman of your dreams as well."

Lucky heard the voice, it wasn't Faison, it wasn't Helena. Who could it be
though? Another one of there goons? No, that would be two simple. The voice
was familiar though. This air of arrogance in it. But who would do this to
him and Emily. He shook his head and forced himself to believe Helena and
Faison had trapped them there. It had to be them, if it had been anyone else,
he knew that WHEN he got out he would never be able to see Emily again.

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