June's point of view

When the alarm clock rang a few hours later, I groaned in annoyance and tried to slam the damn thing down. However, I had a pressure on my body that prevented me from doing anything. When I got to open my eyes, I noticed Jer was half lying on me hence the fact I couldn't move. With the short, lively night I had taking care of my drunk-ass best friend, I wasn't quite in the best mood to face the day, but I had to go with it.

It was an important day. This was the day things were getting offical. This was the day where I could finally talk about the one thing that keeps me going, that keeps me from becoming insane all over again: Michael and I's wedding. During the past week, I wrote some stuff here and there, concerning the guests, the venue and everything. I didn't have much time to talk about this with Michael, or anybody at all, actually, but now was the time to give life to all of those ideas I had.

But to start all of this, I needed to have a proper breakfast in my stomach, which meant that I had to get rid of the living wreck that was invading my private space.

"Jer, move!" I whined, trying to reach the alarm clock.

"One more minute, baby," he groggily said, nuzzling his face deeper in the crook of my neck.

"Baby?" I laughed, pushing him away harshly to wake him up. "Your baby should be there in a few, so you better hop out of this bed and go in that shower. You're stinking."

Jer's eyes flew open, and a groan escaped his mouth when the sunrays met his still sleepy irises, "What the fuck am I doing here?"

"Don't you remember anything about last night?" I asked, raising both of my eyebrows.

I didn't know if Jeremy remembered anything from what Becks and I talked about in the car.

"Remember what? Did something happen?"

Apparently not.

"Oh n-no! It was just a lot of fun. But uh... Don't you remember the close relationship you developped with my toilets? I'm sure they remember," I winked, putting my robe on with a smirk.

Jer didn't have to know about the drama that happened the night prior. I would tell him for sure, but not before I tell Michael.

"I'm never drinking again."

"We all say that," I chuckled, getting out of bed. "Breakfast?"

"Hell nah! I can't eat right now. I feel like I wanna throw up," he whined, rubbing his stomach.

"Then you better move your ass from this bed and go in that bathroom before you throw up in my bed," I advised, getting out of bed to fully open the curtains.

"Why do we have to be up so soon?" Jer complained, rubbing the tiredness off his eyes with a pout on his face.

"Wedding planner? In an hour?" I asked, my hands on my hips.

"Oh damn, is this today?"

"You're a shitty bride of honnor, Jeremy Davis," I declared, before walking towards the door.

"Wait, I can't meet the wedding planner with those clothes on!" Jer called, panicked.

"Michael left some shirts of his in the walk-in closet, take one!" I called back, heading towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I cut some fresh fruits in a bowl and made myself some coffee before sitting at the kicthen island peacefully, the only sound present being the shower's running. As tired as I was, I knew that the day was going to be very long and a rollercoaster of emotions. Meeting up with the person who's going to organize my wedding being the best part of it, of course.

My mind was focused on what was coming next, though. I knew for sure that I needed to bring my newbies back together, so that we can be a team again. After what happened to Crystal, I didn't have the best publicity out there. I went from being the leading model, to being called a junkie, basically. It hurt me, of course, that people believed it, because I perfectly knew that all of this was just a lie. It seemed like everything was against me. My newbies were slowly slipping out of my hands, Prince turned out to be a douche, and I had some freaky cop after me.

As I was absorbed in my thoughts I stopped chewing, and stared at the house phone from afar, thinking hard about the conversation I had with Becks earlier.

Did I really want to involve Joseph in my drama by accepting his private detective offer?

I listened closely, and noticed that Jer was still showering. Good, I thought to myself, before sitting criss-crossed on the couch by the phone. I looked through the pages of my address book, and found Hayvenhurst's number. I dialed it, and nervously played with the phone cord.

"Hello?" a sweet voice, I recognized as Katherine's, answered after the third ringtone.

"Good morning, Katherine. It's June," I smiled through the phone.

"Oh, hello June! How are you doing?" my mother-in-law enthusiastically asked me.

"I'm doing fine, thank you. What about you? It been a little while since I last saw you, I was thinking about coming by sometime."

"I'm doing great, dear, thank you. I'd love to have you here as well, so we can talk about the wedding. I know you're busy with your job though, I understand perfectly."

"I know you do," I smiled again. "I have a meeting with the wedding planner in less than an hour, maybe I could visit you by the end of the day?" I gently asked.

"Oh yes! It's such a great idea! You should stay with us for dinner. Janet should be here as well, and I'm sure she'd be thrilled to hear what you said to the wedding planner," she laughed, which caused me to do the same thing.

"I'd love to, Katherine. Thank you," I smiled genuinely. "And um, will Joseph be there too? I'd like to talk to him about something."

Better be honest.

"Sure, he'll be there as well. He's going to be happy to know you're coming over. You know just how much he's proud of you."

I couldn't help the giant smile that spread on my face when I heard those words. Knowing that I made Joseph Jackson proud of me was almost as important as making my father proud up there.

"I know," I alsmost whispered, smiling like an idiot. "Then I'll see you all around six, okay?"

"Alright, beautiful. See you later."

"Bye Mama," I smiled, before hanging up.

I hung up the phone and let out a slight chuckle. I was happy I'd see them again, and I found funny to think that Michael would be in my family while I would be in his.

I was hoping Joseph and I could have a serious one on one conversation, so that I can explain him everything from the beginning. Of course, I would have preferred not to involve anybody in my business, but I knew Joseph could help me, and it was time for me to finally accept the fact that people were genuinely willing to help me. I wasn't on my own.

As I stood there, sitting criss crossed on the couch, my once happy demeanor disappeared, leaving room for anxiety to settle down. I fiddled nervously with my fingers as I thought about telling Joseph about Prince. It wasn't the main problem I had at the moment, but this was the one thing that hurt me most. Thinking back at what Becks told me the night prior, I came to realization that what she said wasn't idiot.

Maybe I really needed to stalk Prince, after all.

I wanted -- and needed -- to understand why he'd just team up with Frank motherfucking DiLeo to make my life a living hell.

And there was only one way to figure out, and that was spying on him.

"June?" Jer's voice interrupted my deep thinking. "You should go get prepared, the wedding planner should be here soon."

"Uh, y--yeah. I'm going," I declared, slightly shaking me head from side to side.

I stood up, and headed towards the bathroom. However, my friend grabbed my arm, and stared at me with insistence. He was confused, I could tell just by the look on his face.

"Blondie, what's the matter? Is there something bothering you?"

"Nah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous, I guess. I'm having dinner at Hayvenhurst tonight," I declared, smiling a bit.

"You're having dinner with Joseph and Katherine... alone? Damn girl, I wouldn't like to be in your shoes. This is going to be so awkward."

"Pffft. Janet's gonna be there as well, and they're my family. I don't see why it'd be awkward," I laughed. "I'm going there to talk about the wedding, so it's gonna be amazing."

"If you say so. Now go in that shower!" Jer said, shooing me away while I giggled.

"I'm gone, I'm gone, jeez! And make sure to welcome your man, he should be here soon!" I called, as I walked back in my room.

***

Jer, Dave and I were gathered around the kitchen island having a cup of warm tea when the doorbell rang. My stomach flipped inside of me as I opened the door, knowing it'd be the wedding planner.

A woman, who looked like she was in her early forties, stood there, with a younger Afro-American man with short black hair by her side. The short woman with grayish hair gave me a bright smile, and offered me her hand for me to shake.

"You must be Mrs. Stone," I smiled, shaking her hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Jackson," she grinned, letting go of my hand. "This is Victor. He is my assistant and he's going to help me planning your perfect wedding."

"Nice meeting you, Victor," I declared, giving him an handshake as well. "Please, come on in," I offered gently, taking a step aside to let them in.

While I closed the door behind them, Dave and Jer had reached the spot where we were.

"So, this is Jeremy Davis, my... Bride of honnor," I chuckled a bit. That always had this effect on me calling Jer my bride of honnor. "And this is David Rogers, my friend and make up artist."

"Pleased to meet you, gentlemen," Mrs. Stone gently said while shaking their hands. "You have such a lovely home. I can feel postive vibes here."

My two friends looked at each other with their eyebrows raised, but I ignored them, and nodded my head, "thank you," I forcefully smiled. "So, let's get started, shall we?" I asked, and invited them to sit around the living room's large table. I was seated in between my two friends, while Victor and Mrs. Stone were across from us.

"Okay, first of all, let me tell you that I'm honored you called me to be your wedding planner," she chuckled sweetly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Stone. Michael and I heard that you were the best at what you do."

"And it's true," she winked, and took some papers out of her little black suitcase. "And please, call me Kate. We're going to spend a lot of time together."

"Sure thing," I smiled. "So, where do we even start?" I chuckled a bit, feeling excited.

"Well, let's start with the beginning. Can I see the ring up close?" She grinned, and I frowned a bit, looking to my sides to see the same expressions on my friends' faces.

"Uh, sure," I giggled awkwardly, giving her my hand.

She put on her little glasses, and delicately took my hand in hers.

"Aww, hey you," she whispered, cautiously examining my ring. "Apparently Michael Jackson is the jealous type! Look, Victor," she beckoned to her assistant, and I got even more confused.

"This woman is scary," Dave whispered to me.

"Did she just talk to your finger?" Jer then asked, and I didn't answer, as Kate gave me my hand back.

"How do you know Michael is the jealous type?" I asked, frowning.

"The ring tells it all. When a man offers a diamond ring, then that means he wants to mark his territory for sure. Diamond rings are the most beautiful out there, and they're quite shiny. You can't miss them, just like pearls."

Diamonds and Pearls. Damnit. Prince's upcoming album's name.

Not now, June. You can't think about that douche now.

"Uh, that's quite impressive how you can figure this just by the ring he gave me."

"Well, it's not rocket science," Dave sarcastically mumbled next to me.

"She spoke to your ring, and you're fine with it?" Jer asked me, and I just kept ignoring them.

"So tell me, Kate. What do you have in store for me?"

"Well, first of all I need to know what you want me to take care of. I can take care of everything, but I know that some brides want to feel involve in their weddings, which is normal. I can take care of basically everything: from the venue to the dress."

"Oh, Michael and I want to get married on the grounds of Neverland. This is kind of our little piece of heaven", I explained with a smile. "And about the dresses of my bridemaids and I, I'll take care of this as well."

"Yes, I knew that," she smiled. "Are you going to ask Mr. Lagerfeld to do your wedding dress?" she curiously asked.

"I don't know yet. Actually, I didn't talk about this with him at all," I twisted my mouth.

"It's okay. Did you plan a date for the wedding?"

"Not yet as well. As you probably know, Michael and I are quite busy people. But the sooner is the better, really."

"A lot of weddings are planned in June here in California, as the weather is sunny and warm. As you want to get married outside, then I'd advise you to get married in this period of time. June, or maybe May."

"Well, I don't want to be like most people," I declared, shaking my head. "I think I'd like to get married on the sixth of April," I announced, playing with my hands.

"Blondie?" Jer questionned, frowning.

"June, are you sure?" Dave asked me, putting his hand on my shoulder for support.

"I never thought about this, but I want to do it," I assured both of my friends, before focusing on Kate again. "You have the date now. The sixth of April 1991 it will be."

"Is there something special on that date? You don't have to answer if this is too personal," Kate gently asked in a soft voice.

"This is um-this is my father's birthday. He left us a few years ago."

Not very surpsingly, a lump formed in my throat at the simple thought that I'd get married without my father by my side.

As every girl in this world, I had been dreaming about my wedding day all my life. When I was younger, I used to picture my own perfect wedding, where, of course, my father was there to walk me down the aisle, and Julian was my Man of Honnor. It was perfect.

However, things were different now, as they were both gone. Thing is, I perfectly knew my wedding was going to be perfect because I was marrying the love of my life, the man my father gave his blessing to, the man he thought was great for me. On this special day, I wanted my dad to be proud of me up there, or wherever he was. This was my way to dedicate this wedding and my happiness to him, because he made me the woman I am today. 

"This is a beautiful gesture," Victor said with a little smile.

"I agree," his superior smiled a sincere smile as well. "Do you have to discuss the date with Michael?"

"No, he said that whatever date was great for him. All he wants is the wedding to take place at Neverland."

"Forunately, the weather here in California is pretty great in April. It's not too hot, not to cold, so you can definitely do this outside," the wedding planner smiled, while her assistant was writing some stuff down on his notepad. "So we have the date, the location and the future weds! We have the basis, now we just have to build your wedding around them."

"Okay. Where do we start?"

"Well, do you have any guests list yet? So that we can begin to write the invitations."

"Actually, we spoke a little about this with Michael, and we don't want this wedding to be huge. We want it to be... Intimate, you know?"

"I understand," Kate nodded, thinking. "Can I see your list?"

"Sure," I agreed, taking the sheet of paper out of the folder. "There's around eighty people written here, but we still have to discuss this with Michael."

"Oh wow, what a guest list," Kate chuckled, reading the names I scribbled on the paper. "Okay, well we're going to work on the invitations, and then you'll have to give me a final guest list, okay? So I can send them by the end of the week."

"Sure. Michael comes home tomorrow from New York anyways, so I'll discuss this with him."

"Great!" she cheered, clapping her hands. "Now tell me, do you have any ideas concerning the settings?"

"Well, actually I thought about a couple of things," I declared, clearing my throat as I took another sheet out of the folder. "Of course you'll have to visit Neverland, but there's a lot of room outside, by the lake. I'd like it to be here. I was thinking about a kind of huge tent inside which there'd be a little stage with the musicians, a dancefloor, and of course, the tables for the guests, that would be lit with candles everywhere. Something very... Romantic, as you can see," I giggled, a little embarassed.

"Oh, I see you already have a precise idea of what you want, that's amazing," she smiled, looking down at the notes her assistant was taking. "I exactly see what you'd like, and it's something I can do."

"Amazing," I smiled sincerely. "And for the ceremony, I was thinking it could take place in an other part of Nervland. There's a place where it's very peaceful, and there's a beautiful white garden pavillon there."

"Are you sure you need me for this?" Kate joked, chuckling.

"Yes. I know what I want, but I don't have much time to organize everything, you know," I explained gently.

"I understand. And about the caterer, do you have any ideas?"

"Well, Michael has a personal chef, and she's really good at what she does. I was thinking about asking her if she'd be up to cook for the wedding."

"Okay, great. Well, I guess we need to start with the beginning, that is the invitations. How do you want them to be?"

I want them to reflect the love Michael and I share.

***

Michael's point of view

"Well, I think we're done, ladies and gentlemen. I officialy declare the Heal The World Foundation created. Now Michael, you can feel free to start working for it whenever you want," John said once I finished signing the papers.

The room exploded in thunderous applause and cheers, as I waved shyly at the different people in front of me. Those people were the ones I hired to be apart of the foundation's work. The team was consisted of a financial officer, three communication officer, one publicist and a few lawyers of mine.

The papers were signed, and I was finally able to open my very own foundation to help people all around the world, just like I've always wanted to do for my entire life. Children are the future, so we need them to grow in a safe world. I would like my children to live happily once I'm gone, and I'm going to do what I can to make this world a better place. For all the children around the world, for me, and for everyone.

"Would you like to say a few words, boss?" Carson asked me with a little smile, and I nodded.

"I just want to thank you each and every single one of you who agreed in being part of this foundation. As you know, we need to heal this world before it's too late, and I hope we'll do great things together," I annouced, and the room clapped again, which got me slightly embarassed. "As I have an album and a wedding on the way, I think it wouldn't be fair to open the foundation just yet. I'm just going to wait until the album's release and the end of my honeymoon to take care of this," I shyly said, and I giggled as everybody started cheering again when I mentioned my upcoming wedding. "Thank you for following me in this project, I love you, and may God bless you all," I finished, waving at the full room before heading outside, the offical papers in my hands.

I looked down at my watch, and it read 1:36pm. That meant two things. One: June was currently with the wedding planner talking about our big day; and two: that I needed to go to Tim's school to pick him up so I can spend some quality time with him. I took the back exit of the building, and left with Bill, Pit and Carson by my side.

***

Having Timmy with me alone at home felt weird at first. I never really took care of him without June, and I felt a little bit awkward at first. This had me thinking about June and I's future children. This was the second thing I coudn't wait to do after marrying June; having chidlren with her.

I found myself daydreaming a lot during the past few weeks. Ever since June accepted to marry me, it's like I was on another planet. Even though a lot of stuff happened to her and to our couple, I felt like we were invicible, unbreakable.

"Uncle Michael? It's your turn," Timmy's voice tore me away from my deep thoughts. "Here, roll the dices."

"Wait, what happened here on Pacific Avenue?" I asked, as I examined the Monopoly board.

"What? I don't see what you're talking about," Tim said with a toothless smile, playing innocent.

"Oh, so apparently a second hotel magically grew here."

"Oh, I didn't even see that! That's a miracle!"

"Yeah, a miracle, because the rule fobidden you to put two hotels at one place," I declared, giving him a playful angry stare.

"But the rules don't forbide hotels to magically grow, do they?"

"You need to stay away from your auntie. She's influencing you to have this smart mouth of hers," I giggled, shaking my head from side to side.

"She's my role model," he shrugged, talking seriously. "I mean, daddy is my role model, but auntie June is too. I'd like to be as handsome and strong as daddy later, but I'd like to be as successful and happy as auntie June."

I couldn't help but smiled at the little one's words. The fact that even a nine year-old little boy was able to see June's happiness made me happy inside. Making her happy was my aim in life.

The admiration he had for his aunt always had the power to warm up my heart. She is the only motherly figure he has in his life.

"This is a great life project, bud," I smiled, rubbing his hair gently. "Be happy. It's all that matters."

He nodded his head a little, and looked down to play with the little green houses from the game he had in front of him.

"Can I ask you a question, uncle Michael?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Sure, shoot."

"When you and auntie June will be married, will you have babies?"

"Well, uh, y-yes. Why that question?" I asked, confused. I was quite taken aback by this question.

Please, don't ask me how babies are made. I'm not ready for this just yet!

"No reasons," he sighed, and stood up from the floor.

"Hey, where are you going, buddy? Wait!" I called after him, standing up from the floor as well. "Tim, what is it?"

When the little boy turned around, I noticed tears had gathered in his hazel eyes. His bottom lip started to quiver, and no words were coming out of his mouth.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I gently asked, taking him in my arms.

"I'm afraid," he explained, holding onto me tightly, as he sobbed into my arms. I kneeled at his height, and rubbed his back gently as more tears fell onto my green shirt.

"Afraid? What are you afraid of?" I asked, confused.

"That auntie June is going to leave me once you both will have babies. My mom already left me, I don't want auntie June to leave me as well. I-I don't want to be alone."

"You're not alone, buddy. Your father will always be there to look after you, and your auntie will never leave you. You're her favorite boy in the whole universe. Don't think about such things."

"Mommy left, and she never returned. Evetytime auntie June leaves me, I'm afraid I won't see her again. I'm afraid one day she'll stop coming back to New York," he explained to me, as his arms were still tightly wrapped around my neck.

"She's always found a way to spend time with you. She won't ever stop just because we'll be parents one day. Stop believing that, okay? Your auntie will stay by your side as long as you want her to be."

Timmy sniffled, and withdrawn his head from my neck, "Do you promise?" he innocently asked me, his wet eyes looking right through me.

"Better than this," I told him, and offered him my pinky finger, "I pinky promise," I declared with a smile.

The little boy wiped the tears from under his eyes, and gave me a weak little smile before linking his little pinky with mine.

"There. Do you feel better now?"

"Yes," he nodded, before hugging me one more time. "I love you, uncle Michael. Thank you for being a part of mine and auntie's life."

"I love you more, bud."

As on cue, the house phone rang. I let go of the little boy, and jogged towards it, and picked it up with a smile, knowing it was June.

"Hello, Mr. Awesome talking," I playfully said through the phone.

"Hey babe," June's voice said. "How did you know it was me? It could have been a lot of people."

"You said you'd call, so I just figured it was you, beautiful," I explained looking back at Tim who was playing with one of his cow boy dolls.

"I said I'd call tonight, but I needed to call you now. Is that okay? Are you with Timmy?"

"Yes I'm with him. What is it? Is there something wrong?"

"Your mother invited me over for dinner tonight," she declared, and the tone in her voice scared me a little.

"You say this like it's a bad thing," I giggled nervously. "Are you nervous?"

"No, not at all. I'm very happy to go there, really. You know how much I love your parents. It's just... I need to talk to Joseph. About the detective he offered me back when your family was over at Nerverland last week."

"Wait-why would you need a detective? What happened?" I asked, panicking a little. "Hold on for a sec," I said through the receiver. "Timmy, I bought a few comics a while ago. They're upstairs in the office. Would you like to read them until I finish talking to your auntie?"

"Of course. But would you call me when you're done? I'd like to talk to her," he gently asked.

"Sure, I'll call you back when we're done."

"Okay," he nodded, took his cow boy, and ran upstairs.

"Is he being a good boy?"

"He's always a good boy," I said, but focused on the subject again. "So, tell me. Why would you need Joseph's detective?"

"You remember me talking about this shitty police officer that tried to push my buttons just because he wanted to keep me in custody? The one who said horrible things about you?"

"Uh, yeah. I don't remember his name, but I do remember you mentionning him. What is it with him?"

"Milo. That's his name. He was there last night."

"What do you mean he was there?"

"Well, I was in my car, and I heard someone knock on the window. The person asked me to step out of the vehicle, and that person happened to be Milo. He wanted to arrest me because he said I was about to go away with the car while I don't have my driving license anymore, which I wasn't."

"Then what were you doing in your car? Where were Jer and Becks? And why weren't you at the party?"

"That's another story. Just let me finish this one. Please, baby," she said, and again, the tone in her voice worried me. "This guy works in the Santa Barbara's county. He didn't have to be there, two hours away from his county, at this particular moment, in front of this particular house."

"So you think he's stalking you. Why would he do that?"

"Because for whatever reasons he has, he hates me. That's why I need Joseph and his private detective to help me find out if he really is stalking me."

"And what if he is stalking you? What are you going to do?"

"Charge him for this, but also for threatening me, and for being a corrupted motherfucker."

"He threatened you?" I asked, my voice getting louder.

"The first time he arrested me, he said that this wasn't over. Whatever this is."

"What does this man want from you?" I asked, sitting on the arm of the couch with the hook of the phone on my lap.

"I have no idea. That's why I need to find out, and do something about it," June declared with a sigh.

"And why didn't he arrest you?"

"Becks was there. She helped me. Actually, she's been wonderful."

There was a short silence before I asked, "So what's the other story? Why were you in your car instead of being with your friends at the party?"

"Because I needed to calm my nerves down," she said in a barely audible voice.

"Calm your nerves? Why?" I frowned, confused. "Did you get into a fight with Rebecca or Jeremy?"

"No. N-Not with them. With Prince," she declared, and my jaw dropped. "I didn't know he'd be there."

"Hold on," I said with a frown, standing up from the couch to pace the floor. "You saw Prince, and after all of those days you guys were appart, after you cried him for days, you guys argued? W-Why? I don't get it."

"He was drunk, and-"

"He was drunk? Did this man do something to y-?"

"No, no! Nothing like this happened. We just... Talked, and we argued. He was drunk, and he said that I didn't care about him, and that it was better like this. He said that all he did from te start was ruining my life, and I didn't know why he'd say something like this, so I tried to understand," she explained, and I stayed quiet as I was lsitening closely to her story. "I stayed, and I locked us up in the bathroom of Eddie's House because I knew he'd run away. He's just like I used to be, running instead of facing his problems. He did everything so that I could hate him, but I never wanted to. Until he finally told me why I didn't need him in my life, and why I should hate him."

"I'm afraid to ask why," I said, really nervous at that point. "Why should you hate him?"

"Because he teamed up with Frank to make us break up. That's why he came into my life."

The receiver slipped away from my hand from the shock, as I couldn't believe this was happening. I thought that name would forever be erased from our vocabulary, but it visibly wasn't, and hearing the name of the person who ruined our relationship once, had me completely angry.

When I regained my composure, I picked up the phone from the floor, and my ears met the voice of a panicked June that kept on calling my name.

"I fucking knew it," I finally said through gritted teeth.

"Thank God Michael, I thought you fainted or something!" she shouted, sighing in relief. "I-I don't know. I don't know what to think. Maybe Prince just wants me to hate him, and as he knows how much Frank made us suffer, maybe he invented this lie so that I can really hate him. Think about it, it'd be easier for him if I hated him."

"Are his feelings even real? We don't even know anymore what's real from what's not."

"If his feelings weren't real, do you think he would have told me about Frank? Do you think he would have done what he did to get us back together?"

"He's smart. Maybe all of this was just a masquerade," I declared, pacing the floor of the living room. "You should ask this private detective to stalk him as well, so we know who he really is."

"Really? Isn't that too extreme?"

"Too extreme? June, if Prince teamed up with Frank to finish his work, we have to know. Afraid or not of the truth, we need to know."

"Okay," she sadly said with another sigh. "I guess I'll talk about this to Joseph as well then."

"Look baby," I softly said, sitting back down on the couch, "I know you must feel hurt, but you're going to be fine. We're fine, okay?"

"Yeah," she snorted slightly. "I just called to let you know this before I go over at Caleb's, and obvisouly to let you know before I tell everything to your dad before you," she declared, and a ghost of a smile appeared on my face. "Becks is picking me up to take me there in less than five minutes. Can I call you back tonight? So that I can explain what happened with the wedding planner this morning, and tell you what Joseph said. Oh, and I'd like to know how things went with Timmy and my mom and Damon too."
"Of course, baby. I'll call you around eleven tonight. I have stuff to tell you as well," I admitted.

"Okay. Well, I guess I'll talk to you tonight then," she sadly said through the phone. "I love you, Michael. You have no idea."

"I do have an idea. And I love you more, sweetheart," I sincerely said. "Timmy wants to tell you a word, can I pass him the phone?"

"I'm kinda in a rush right now-"

"Babe, he needs it," I insisted.

"What do you mean he needs it? Put it on, then!"

***

June's point of view

As soon as I hung up the phone with my sad little godson, Rebecca and I drove off to Santa Barbara, where Caleb's house was. During the entire trip, I couldn't forget about the conversation I had with Michael. I couldn't think about hiring a guy to spy upon on one of my friend. If Prince didn't really team up with Frank, then I would feel horrible for having a stranger stalking him and reporting me everything he saw. Even though I was hurt by Prince's revelations, I cared about him. He was one of my dearest friends, and I loved him. I couldn't just do that for myself. I had to think about how Prince would feel if he discovered I spied on him.

That's why my plans changed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" my manager asked, and I could hear nervousness in her voice.

"I've never been so sure in my entire life," I said with confidence. "Wait for me here?"

"Of course," she nodded. "Hey June?" Becks called, as I was about to close the car's door. "Please, be careful."

"Nothing can happen to me," I reassured, giving her a little smile.

I finally closed the door, and walked into the huge building to the 'reception'. I adjusted my shades on my nose, and waited for the woman behind her desk to call me.

"Ma'am, what can I do for you?" the woman in uniform asked me.

"I am here to see Mr. DiLeo. Frank DiLeo."