Chapter 16

	Whitney came up the stairs and flung the door open. “He’s so sweet!
And guess what? He asked me on a date!! He’s going to come over and pick me
up tomorrow morning!” she rambled barely leaving time to breathe, let alone
give me a chance to speak. 

	“Calm down,” I chuckled, removing myself from my bed and looking
for my PJs. Once into them I crawled back into bed again and watched Whitney
dance around and talk about Brian. I reminded myself to kick him for doing this
and then leaving me to deal with her.

	“He’s taking me down to the Battery tomorrow! And he asked me to the
MTV Video Music Awards. Maybe Kevin will take you!”

	“Maybe he’ll take Elizabeth and let me stay home, I don’t feel like
camera flashes,” I said inwardly groaning at the thought of concentrating all
evening to make sure I could be captured on film.

	“Don’t feel down about it, I’m sure Howie’s looking for a date,” she 
said jumping on the foot of my bed.

	“Goody. Now, I’ll tired can I just go to sleep?” I said sarcastically.

	“Fine, fine. I’ll just stay up all by myself while you dream away. I 
know! I’ll go get the Backstreet Boys CD! It’s only four, and I’m just going to 
take a short nap, and then get up at 9, get the CD, and go with Brian,” she 
said triumphantly finishing with her hands in the air.

	“That’s nice Whitney,” I mumbled falling asleep. 

	The dream I had during that slumber was so strange I don’t even know
where to begin. Well, here goes. I was in a church, more of a cathedral really.
Big, beautiful stained glass windows towered above my head as I gazed around
at the vaulted ceiling. It looked like a wedding, judging by the white lilies, 
my favorite flower by the way and the white silk draped over the aisle I was
walking down. I looked around but couldn’t make out the faces of anyone in the
room.

	My next reaction was to look down. I was shocked to say the least by
what I saw. A beautiful bodice covered in a design of ivory colored seed beads
began just below my underarms and went until it met an ivory skirt, which had a
train of several feet. Only then did I realize that this wedding was my own. I
looked toward the altar to find out who my husband to be was but again I
couldn’t make out a face. I looked to my left and the only face of the bride’s
maids I could identify was Whitney. 

	I looked around frantically trying to recognize people but soon found 
it hopeless. After submitting to this defeat I soon felt the falling sensation 
and just before I hit the ground I awakened covered in a cold sweat. 

	Little did I know that across town in the Ritz Carlton my adversary, AJ
McLean had just awakened from a startling dream in which he was getting
married to a bride without a face in a giant cathedral and had begun pacing his
room trying to sort out what could only be described to him as a freaky night
mare.

Chapter 17

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