Join the wedding

Just as you are about to pick a target, a stunning blond addresses you. Her hair is already set beautifully above her exquisite face, one that even the top international models would envy. But it's the perfect posture striding forward that draws your attention. Even the puffy, terry resort robe can't hide her perfect hourglass figure.

"Miss. You're the one in charge here, right?" Her tone is confident but not downgrading like the others, though it's her deep sultry voice that commands your attention to her deep blue eyes. This is obviously Carma Hamilton, the maid of honor.

"Yes, miss. How may I help you?" Nancy's professionalism takes over glad to be dealing with someone other than the uppity relatives, especially one who seems to acknowledge her position is not a slave.

Gracefully, she takes your arm and begins to lead you away to the end of the hall as she speaks quietly as if not wanting the others to hear but not soft enough to make them concerned. "I have some questions about the setup that I can see from the window."

Instead of stopping at the window at the end of the hall, she quickly turns you into her room, 411. It's the corner room, the best room on the floor, that you recall was initially reserved for Alexandra but was switched to Carma the day before anyone arrived. It's quite nice with corner windows and wrap-around balcony, the balcony you recall that you had considered dropping down to earlier.

Perhaps this is a sign, although you don't believe in that mystic stuff. Science is your guide now. With the technology of the pen and your training, you can form your own fate, at least, to a great degree. That's what this mission is all about. It's not some sort of movie that has unbelievable coincidences just to put the hero into suspenseful, action-packed situations. This is the real world where real people can be actually zapped into real wearable skins.

"I can see the wedding setup and altar quite clearly, and it looks quite uneven," she continues after issuing you to the balcony railing. The slight breeze wafts a heavenly fragrance that must be from Carma. Nancy recognizes it as an aroma indicating her high fashion sense that Nancy has experienced being close to some of the most glamorous models who've come to the hotel. It's a breath of fresh air from the old-lady smell wafting in the hallway. However, to your own memories and body down at the base of the skins, it is boldly sensuous and arousing. You have to keep your focus with Nancy's skin to avoid doing anything stupid, and there are several stupid things you really would like to do if you weren't in Nancy's skin.

"Since Alexandra has insisted that we wear heels, we must have the ground level and solid."

She turns to you expectantly, probably because you know that the uneven ground was purposely prepared so that Alexandra would be standing on a slight step so as not to look like a little white puff next to Carma. Although, Alexandra's height and form were going to do that regardless.

As you open your mouth to politely explain, she cuts you off. "It would be tragic if someone would stumble and cause any disruption for an otherwise perfect day for Alexandra." Your training allows you to easily recognize the insincerity dripping from the words and the magnificent way she is manipulating you with a honey coated threat. Curiosity is added to your other emotions of why she is doing this. "The aftermath could be devastating for the resort and staff with all the lawyers attending."

"Of course. I will make a note of that and get on it immediately."

As you add it to the "To Do" list in the steno pad Nancy always carries, Carma smiles and turns back into the room. When finished, you gaze at her magnificent figure from behind before pointing the pen and firing. Carma slowly deflates into a terry-robe pile setting her hair on top still perfectly coiffured. Good thing, too, since there would be no way for you to get it fixed in time and calling up a resort beautician now would raise too many suspicions.

You strut inside and pull the drapes as you shuck your clothes and take off your outer skin. Setting Nancy down, you redress her skin then set her on a chair at the table where you'll eventually re-inflate her and console her about migraine headaches. But now you need to switch.

Steeping into Carma's skin you feel your muscles shift to well toned calves and thighs. Hips barely expand, but your tummy shrinks even more taut than the skin Gunther gave you. With the arms now smooth and just as perfect as your new legs, your chest adjusts from pecks to perky mounds topped with elegant beige circling a darker peak that reaches out into the cool air. Carefully, you lift the head and hair into place and make sure the back seals.

Carma is really the most beautiful woman you have ever been, or seen, or imagined for that matter. You stare into the mirror amazed that she is still single since she can obviously have anyone she wants, which may be a reason to be single.

Memories and feeling that come now show you that Carma and Alexandra grew up as friends but are not so much any more, at least Alexandra isn't to Carma. Once the marriage was announced, everything changed in Carma's world. She had always planned on marrying Holden Parry, having been intimate with him for years. The initial shock devastated her until she had a long 'conversation' with Holden as they lay together in bed the next day. It was not going to change their ongoing intimacies. It was just a family arrangement of convenience and money, the loss of it by the Vincent family.

Yes. Carma is already the mistress, as proven very early this morning before sunrise in Harmony Garden, but she is already plotting to become wife number two. In her mind, it's doubtful Alexandra will survive the honeymoon, and it will all start when Alexandra loses the Scarlet Bloom on her wedding day.

The thoughts and memories from Carma put a whole new perspective on your plan since Carma already has set in motion her own scheme to steal the Scarlet Bloom. If you hadn't ended up here, you might have crossed swords with this sinister beauty, and possibly both failed the test, and perhaps even caught. Maybe there such a thing as fate.

(Author: Wordsmitty)