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In the morning Michael's stylists picked me up and took me to some kind of a salon where they got my hair and make up done. I couldn't even recognize myself after they were done!

Afterwards, one of the stylists took me shopping in a big mall. I didn't really like the shopping part because I didn't get to choose at all! She won't let me!

When I did like those jeans and t-shirts, she took them from my hand and threw them away, saying they looked terrible just like my taste. I decided it'd be best if I didn't say anything and that's what I did. After all, I wasn't the one paying for the clothes, it was Michael, and if he wanted me to wear certain clothes to represent him in front of everyone, there was nothing I could do against it.

It got even worse when we went to buy shoes. She liked high heels and that's what she made me get. When we were done, we returned to the salon and she picked up clothes for me to wear for today. She selected a black jumpsuits with a pair of heels.

The only problem was that jumpsuit was too revealing for my taste... Like, how was I supposed to show up in front of Michael with that big, open décolleté??!! Like I had the feeling my breasts were going to jump out of that thing any minute soon! And when I told her that, she said 'No problem, don't worry, it looks beautiful and your future husband's going to like it.' like woman, he's not gonna be my real husband and I don't want to have my breasts showing in front of his face!

But of course, I couldn't tell her that, so I just wore it.

Getting over the fact that half of my breasts were out was easier than getting over the fact that I couldn't walk with those high heels!

She gave me instructions on how to master my walk in high heels, but to tell you the truth, I had a looooong way to go until I could walk properly on those sticks.

After they were done with me, I got into the car and the driver took me to Neverland.

When I arrived there, one of the maids was waiting for me to escort me to Michael's bedroom and to show me where I could put my clothes since I was going to be living here.

Michael's wardrobe room was huuuuge. Bigger than my own house. He had so many clothes and shoes! Well, he was Michael Jackson so he needed all that for the public. I even noticed a few of the outfits he had used in his videos like the thriller jacket, or the outfit from Black and White.

I looked around to make sure I was completely alone because I was about to let my childish side shine through and scurried to the jacket like some crazy fan!

LIKE MICHAEL'S THRILLER JACKET ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME!!!

I touched it, smelled it and then decided to even put it on! Now I regretted that I didn't have my camera with me... Like selfie with the thriller jacket! Who wouldn't want that!!??

I checked myself in the mirror looking at the way the jacked looked on me and begun making faces, like the ones that models would make for pictures, and striking poses until I heard someone clearing their throat loud from behind me. I jumped in fear because I got busted in my wrong doings. I turned around to find Michael leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets, piercing me with those dark, enchanting eyes.

I was embarrassed beyond words and didn't know how to react.

He chuckled at me and said in his low voice

"I didn't know you had a childish side..." I could just feel the redness forming on my face. "So..." he slowly walked over to me "you a fan of me?" and smirked.
"Yes, I like your music very much." I did my best not to stutter.
"Yeah, everybody does." I decided it'd be best if I took the jacket off.
"Here.. I'm sorry" I took it off and extended my hand holding it for him to take it, but he wouldn't, so I looked at him wondering why won't he take the jacket and...

he was staring right at my open décolleté.

"Damn..." he bit his lower lip "those stylists really took care of you!" I quickly placed my hands over my breasts to cover them up. "Hey why did you do that??!!" he protested.
"I didn't want to wear it because it's too revealing but she made me do it..." next thing I knew, he leaned towards me and whispered in my ear.
"I should congratulate her then..." I jumped because his sweet breath sent shivers down my spine.
"I-I am r-ready with the clothes!" I stuttered and jumped away from him. He was too close...
"Good 'cause we're getting married tomorrow."
"What? So soon?"
"Yeah! I can't wait any longer girl! I've already planned everything. Come with me..."
"W-where?"
"C'mon girl, I won't bite you!" ok now I looked like a fool.
"No I didn't mean like-" he cut me off.
"Unless you want me to..." OMG I froze with embarrassed and suddenly he burst out laughing "Hahaha you shoulda seen your face!" ok this wasn't funny at all.

I had to admit, the image I had of Michael Jackson in my mind was quite different from what he really was....

"God, you're so silly, girl! C'mon, follow me!" I was too embarrassed to say a word, so I simply did what he wanted. He led me into his part of the wardrobe, pulled a big box from where he kept his shirts and removed the cover. "Here..." he gave it to me. I looked inside to see a white.. was it a dress? "C'mon, YN, I don't have all night!" I grabbed it and pulled it up to see it was...

a wedding dress.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Is it for mm-m.."
"Yes, for the pictures and the show..." I took it out of the box and had a good look at it. I never thought he'd buy me a dress! Even thought it was just for the picture, I still believed it was very sweet of him.

It was so beautiful...

"So do you... like it?" he scratched his neck, looking away from me.
"It's so beautiful... thank you! But won't this bring bad luck... you know when the groom sees the dress before the wedding?" I asked.
"I don't believe in all those crap." he sighed "Besides, I believe it's all up to the person, you know... for a marriage to prosper."
"Yes."
"Well, I'll let you finish with the clothes. Tonight you're sleeping in the guest room but after tomorrow, we're gonna have to start our game. Good night."
"Good night." with this he left.

Next day

It all happened so fast.

When we got up in the morning, all those people came to the house - the stylists, the photographer, the priest, Elisabeth Taylor with her husband, my ex boss and his wife.

They applied make up, did my hair and nails, afterwards, I wore the dress, the shoes and they escorted me downstairs.

Michael and the rest were waiting there for me.

When I got down, the first thing I saw was Michael dressed in an elegant black suit. His curls were tied in a ponytail as usual, and I had to admit, he looked simply... AMAZING!

We went outside in the garden, where the priest was waiting for us - Michael had decorated the spot with white flowers and ornaments. It was so beautiful and he had an amazing taste!

His employees were also very hardworking because they had managed to put up this beautiful decoration in such a short period of time.

We stood in front of the priest and he begun talking.

I was so nervous! My whole body was shaking and I couldn't believe I was actually participating in this craziness! If it hadn't been for the gangsters and my life in danger, I'd have never agreed to such a wild plan!

We said 'yes' to each other and exchanged rings.

I was shaking so hard as I was gliding the ring down his long finger. He was nervous too. I could feel it.

After we became a married couple, the photographer took many pictures of us.

Michael called the press and told them he had married. He also sold them the pictures of the "wedding" from the photographer and before the sun came down, they were all over the newspapers and on the news. There was no turning back. No hiding from the world. Now everybody knew me as Michael Jackson's wife.

One thing couldn't escape my mind... the way he kept looking at me from the moment I walked in the living room, wearing the dress.

Author's POV

"Mrs. Jackson, should I bring your soup?"
"Yes, please, I'm hungry." the maid went to the kitchen to grab the soup and Katherine decided to turn on the TV.

"Let's see what's on!" she pressed the button on the remote control and the maid walked in with the soup.
"There you go, Mrs. Jackson!"
"Thank you, dear." she begun eating "Mmmh it's great as usual!"
"I'm glad you like it!"
"Would you find the channel with the news please?"
"Of course, Mrs. Jackson." the maid grabbed the remote and soon they listened to the news.

Now exclusive news from the world of show business. We have an amazing news about Michael Jackson!

"Oh Lord!! What lies are they gonna say about my son this time!" she went on eating soup.

We have just found out that king of pop is now married to this beautiful girl! See the pictures from the wedding!

Katherine almost chocked on her soup.
"Mrs. Jackson, are you okay?"

Seems like the king of pop had had a secret girlfriend for a long time! He managed to hide it from the whole world! Just look at the pictures! They look so in love and make such a beautiful couple! Everybody wants to know who she is and we won't stop until we f-

"Leila...." Katherine said in a calm voice.
"Yes Mrs. Jackson?" she noticed her face changed completely.

"Go get Joseph. Tell him we need to visit.. Michael."

Oh-oh! What is your mother-in-law gonna do now??!