Tell Carma Alexandra's feelings

You let out a little laugh. Alexandra's perfect cupid's bow lips turn it into a nervous exhalation, and you flick her long hair back, shifting in your dress. Despite the immaculate - and thin - Carma standing beside you, radiant as ever and perfectly presented, Alexandra really is stunning for a large girl. You don't doubt that you could take someone's breath away if you chose.

"What's funny, honey?" Carma says, her fake smile radiating malice. "It's not the prescription taking too much of a hold, is it? You're sure you'll be able to walk up the path in those heels?"

You are having to take small steps to get by, it's true. But that wasn't the reason for your laugh. You glance down, watching your ample breasts heave and the bloom sparkle, catching the light. The chain is cool against your skin, which makes up for the warmth radiating from Alexandra when she thinks of Carma. And the stone...

The stone is fake.

It's why you couldn't help but giggle. The whole plot from the Organization, and the whole set-up of Carma's, it's all absolutely pointless. The Vincent family is struggling financially. They think the Parrys are their way to a fortune, just as Holden believes Alexandra will bring him untold riches. Carma is planning to scheme, steal and murder for a fake stone. The real one is sat in a bank vault a little more than five miles away: the Van Lewens bought the real gem, and are holding it for the Vincents until they can regain their fortune from the Parrys... you laugh again.

The Van Lewens have the Bloom. The Vincents are scheming to regain it after a financial injection from the Parrys. The Parrys, meanwhile, are trying to get rich from the Vincents. And while Alexandra Vincent has the fake Bloom around her neck, her best friend Carma and her future husband, both secret lovers, are plotting to steal the necklace and install Carma as the wealthy bride.

A nest of vipers. A soap opera dilemma. It's all become so clear. This is the test the Organization set. The whole point of today isn't the Bloom at all. It's to see if you could survive in such a twisting, labyrinthine world where everyone has a scheme. Carma, you realize, was zapped earlier as either a trap, or to prevent you from gaining her knowledge. That way you'd have been surprised by the plot and would have to respond.

There's no point in continuing the wedding. The whole mission is just a setup. You might as well slip away and abort... or slip away and get into that bank vault. That would be easier said than done, of course. The only people with access are the Van Lewens - of course, they're at the wedding, but they're not going to be able to quietly slip away. Or you'll have to find a way into the vault through one of the employees; maybe even one of the guards in their sharp suits. And that's assuming you can even get out of the hotel.

You return to what you were taught in your training. The actions you take don't necessarily have to be in character. They just have to be rationalized and explained by your disguise. The worst thing that can happen to you is exposure. And if you need the leverage, you can twist a situation to your advantage if you must. And, while it wouldn't be stolen at the reception, there's a way you could take the Bloom, too.

You smile, and turn to Carma, Alexandra's look of barely-restrained adoration in your eyes. You give her palm a squeeze, and think back to the moment Alexandra had burst into her room earlier. She was going to tell Carma how she felt then, too. You turn and, leaning up to her despite your heels, push your perfect lips against hers. Carma's eyes widen, and for once she looks uncertain. The evil bitch doesn't know how to react.

"Alexan..."

"Hush," you say, putting Alexandra on the offensive as you bat your eyelids. "Carm, I have to tell you this. Before it's too late, I have to tell you." Tears are already beginning to well up in your eyes as you let Alexandra's emotions take over. Her breath judders out. "You remember the night, don't you? The night we got a little tipsy, and entwined ourselves? It was so perfect, Carm. It was what I've dreamed about since then. I don't want to marry Holden. I don't care about the Parrys - that's my family. I want you. I always have. Please, Carm... please say yes."

Carma's unable to keep up her pretense. She just looks staggered by the revelation. This, you know, is your chance. You provide Alexandra's face with a look of utter horror.

"You don't... do you? You don't think of me that way? You don't feel it too? No... no, you don't, do you? You don't want me!" Alexandra's tears begin to run. Carma still stands there, trying to compose herself, only looking shocked, stunned and unsure. You grip the Bloom in one hand, grasping the clasp in the other, dramatically bringing it off and shaking it at the stunned maid of honor. "All this! All this is meaningless, Carma! There's only me and you! I can't go through with this! I just can't!"

You run out of the private room, a hysterical bride, fleeing her own wedding. Nobody will question if you've "dropped" the Bloom in your mad flight. And the whole hotel will be abuzz with news of what happened. All focus will be on Alexandra.

When you find a new skin to hide in, or even slip back to Kurt's, everyone's attention will be on the wedding, and not on you slipping away. You've explained everything that has happened, too: nobody will think something even stranger has taken place. Perhaps even more importantly, you'll have saved Alexandra's life. Her family may face ruin, and it's likely her love for Carma will go painfully unrequited, but she'll be alive. And nobody's going to question a hysterical bride fainting before she walked up the aisle.

You dash out of the room, and face a three-way corridor ahead of you. Left is out: that leads to the wedding, and while you could cause surprise as the bride bursting out into the garden, you'd be unlikely to have an opportunity to escape. Forward leads back to the spa from earlier: you could definitely find a place to swap there, perhaps into that beautician who was working in a side room. And then there's right, back into the hotel proper. You're pleased you took the time to scout out the location. There's plenty of options to find a hotel guest, or work your way into the gardens, perhaps to swap to one of the Van Lewens.

You make your choice and, struggling in your heels and wedding gown, flee, Bloom in hand.