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How was it possible that it was already here? How the hell had the months passed so quickly? It was time for her wedding. The past months she and Wyatt had played the part of loving engaged couple as they did all the things that engaged couples had to do. She had a bridal shower, a bachelorette party, and each one brought them closer to the end of this scheme, or at least the focal point of it: the wedding. Now here they were at the wedding and Amelia felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. It probably didn't help that she hardly slept at all the night before and even though Hayley and her mother had watched her diligently to make sure she ate half of her omelet that morning...she really had no appetite. The entire morning had been a flurry of activity. The bridesmaids coming in to her condo, and Evan and Emmett pulling Wyatt out.
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Luckily, Amelia didn't have to say much as the person who was doing everyone's hair and make-up came over. The girls had asked her questions and fluttered about giggling about the day over mimosas that they had made. She had mostly told them the truth, she was nervous and she felt nauseas. They laughed and told her all would be fine by the end of the day. When they were ready to go with hair and nails, they had hopped into the limo to head over to the venue. The venue was a place that Amelia had been very excited about. This wasn't a real wedding, but who knew if she would ever get married for real? She might as well make the best of it and have a wedding that she actually wanted. They had decided on venue up in Presidio park. Neither of them had truly wanted a church wedding and Presidio was a gorgeous green space with acres of woods and a rustic old church.
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Even if they weren't really in love, at least, they could choose a place that represented the illusion they had created. It was in nature and it was one of the things they had in common. Wyatt had supposedly proposed on a hike, so this seemed perfect. They arrived and were quickly ushered into a room where they could continue to get ready. They couldn't risk seeing Wyatt and whenever he arrived. The girls were positively tittering with excitement and Clara was zipping up her gown and had her hands on her shoulders with a smile. They were in front of a floor length mirror and Amelia could see her mother's eyes watering. "Oh sweetheart. I'm just..." She laughed and wiped at her eyes. "I'm very happy for you. Wyatt is a wonderful man and I know you two are going to be happy."
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Amelia tried very hard to force a smile, but it came out as a half-smile as her stomach tightened. She looked over at herself in her white dress that clung to her form and billowed out below her knees. Oh God. Oh My God. This was actually happening. She was in a wedding dress and she was getting married. She was getting married to a man she had known for less than a year. She was marrying him for illegal reasons. Her family...her mother was here crying over a fake wedding. A wedding she could never know was fake. Just like always, the panic came with no warning. One thought and it was spiraling. Her body reacted to it all and her stomach clenched, her fingers began to shake. She felt very hot all of a sudden and she thought that she must've looked it because Clara looked concerned. "Amelia. Are you all right?"
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Amelia clenched her shaking fingers into fists in an attempt to slow the shaking. The blonde shook her head subtly at her mother's question and the other women in the room suddenly seemed to stop their talking and stare at her. It made it so much worse. She felt faint and she walked over to a couch and stumbled slightly and caught herself on the edge of the couch. "Do you need a glass of water?" Hayley asked as she made her way over a look of concern over her pale features. Amelia took a breath, no she didn't need water. She needed to breathe. She needed to cry. She was freaking out. Everything felt too hot. She needed...she needed Wyatt. "Wyatt." She managed, righting herself. "I need someone to get Wyatt."
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She did not miss the look that her bridesmaids shared. They were worried she was going to call of the wedding. They were worried about the rash decision she might be making as she was clearly freaking out. "He's not supposed to see you, you know." Hayley said, but she sounded very unsure and Amelia could see that Natalie was already angling towards the door. "Do I bloody look like I give a rat's ass?!" She snapped, immediately feeling bad but she could feel her body tightening as if it might cave in on her any second. "Please..." She continued after a moment and a breath. "Please just go get Wyatt. I need him And I need to be alone." This time a pointed look at the others who all looked stricken at the change of demeanor. Amelia couldn't spare another glance because she was trying to breathe, but it felt like her lungs couldn't get it in fast enough.
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She only looked up enough to make sure that Natalie had darted out to find her brother and that everyone except her mother was exiting the room.
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Amelia Clarke was weirdly nervous. It had been a few weeks since she had departed Hawaii and made arrangements for Wyatt to move up here to San Francisco. A lot had happened in those few weeks. She had made her two-bedroom condo more livable for two people. She had started to make plans and arrangements for this engagement party that they had to throw. Most importantly, she supposed, she told Emmett she was getting married.
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To say that hadn’t gone over well would be an understatement. She had told him nonchalantly at the office because well, it seemed like maybe it would stop him from making a scene. That had been wrong. He had yelled and thrown his hands up like he was some cartoon character. Finally, she had managed to calm him down and slam the door shut to her office and explain just what was going on. He didn’t like it…at all, but Emmett knew that the last thing you could do was talk Amelia out of something once her heart and head were set on it.
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So he reluctantly agreed to help her pull the façade over on the other people in her life. He had even agreed to the idea that he was the one who had plotted with Wyatt for the proposal (Wyatt’s idea). He really wasn’t sure whether or not this guy was a total con artist and taking advantage, but Amelia had begged him to trust her and help her…and well, now he was stuck in on this too.
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Amelia hoped that meeting Wyatt would put some of his fears at ease. Because all his nerves had just served to make her more nervous. That was why she had insisted Emmett not come to the airport (though he had wanted to, something about how maybe he would suddenly abduct her and action movies…she tuned it out). Amelia fidgeted from foot to foot as she waited in the San Francisco airport for her pretend fiancé. She wondered briefly if she had to pull some romantic greeting. Probably not…but well, it wasn’t hard to fake being happy around Wyatt anyway, so she was sure that it would be fine regardless.
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Amelia waited until she could spot the familiar figure coming out of the terminal he was flying in. She had been right, the smile that took her face was genuine and easy at the sight of the former lifeguard. “Hey stranger.”
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It had been a week. One week since she had come home from Hawaii and the guilt was eating her up. Amelia was not someone who generally felt bad for a lot of things. Sometimes lying was necessary and that was that, like she didn’t feel bad about her plan to fake marry Wyatt Gatwood as it had been her idea. She did feel bad, however, about lying to Emmett. Well, she hadn’t been lying per se… she just hadn’t told him the complete truth yet.
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He and Hayley had sat her down the day after she got back from Hawaii and demanded to see pictures and hear stories. She had shown them the limited pictures she had taken and relayed the story of being rescued by a lifeguard and then the attempted mugging. She talked about Caleb and their lunch and spa day. She left out the whole hooking up with Wyatt and then the hike and the proposal…and everything. She told herself she wasn’t ready, but she was mostly terrified of the reaction. She hadn’t decided if Emmett was better off left in the dark of the true motives.
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This was the guilt that was eating her up. She was lying to her best friend and she had decided that it was probably best if Emmett didn’t know the true intentions. It was one thing for her to knowingly do something illegal, but another to involve Emmett in it. Wyatt would be coming up in just about a week and she had to get Emmett ready. So, Amelia steeled herself in her office that day and texted Emmett to come meet her for lunch.
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She thought, maybe, if she could do this at the office there wouldn’t be such a scene. Emmett strolled into her office without knocking, as per usual, and a little grin on his face. He came in and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and folded his arms as he waited for her. “Did you see the e-mail from Sasha? Are we really getting Pepsi to advertise with us?”
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“I was the one who signed the contract and told her to send the e-mail, so yes.” She told him, straightening the papers on her desk as if she could delay what she was going to say. As if the mundane action was going to kill the butterflies in her stomach.
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“So you wanna just do Wung Tao’s? Or there is this smoothie/vegan place that just opened up a few blocks off that is supposed to be really good.”
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“It doesn’t matter to me. Listen, Em, I’ve got to tell you something before we go.” The door to her office was still open and she wondered if she should get up and close it before she delivered the news. She didn’t exactly what the office of nosy nellies knowing that she was getting married. They’d jump on it and it’d be all over the office by 5PM. Then the rumors would start and she didn’t want that, not yet.
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Ultimately, she decided that it would raise more red-flags than was worth the action. All Emmett did, for his part, was sit up a little straighter to give him her full attention. It wasn’t odd for Amelia to say such things. They ran a business together and there were often times they had meetings that were filled with one filling in the other on all that they had done and were planning to do.
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“What’s up?” The brunette man asked casually.
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“When I told you and Hayley about Hawaii I may have left out…an important detail.” She began chewing on the inside of her cheek as she tried to make herself look as casual as possible. This was only a big deal if she made it a big deal, right? Emmett didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow as if to tell her to continue. “I may have…well, gotten engaged. Y’know. To be Married.”
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She wasn’t sure what she expected, but laughter hadn’t been high on the list, but there he was laughing. His head thrown back showing his Adam’s apple as if it was the funniest thing he had heard in a while. “That’s—that’s…who put you up to this?” He was still laughing, but Amelia just sat still fidgeting with her hair feeling like a child. It was a few more minutes of laughing before he realized she wasn’t smiling.
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“You’re…you’re serious?” He asked, suddenly moving to the edge of his seat and sitting up pin straight in the chair. “Engaged!? To who? Why? Oh my God, Amelia have you lost your mind!”
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That had been the answer she was expecting out of all this. So, Amelia was a little more prepared for this one. “That lifeguard I told you about, Wyatt. We just…I mean we hit it off and…he’s a good guy, Emmett.”
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“Good guy!?” Emmett shot out of his chair then and Amelia had to blink in surprise. Emmett could be an animated guy. At least, more animated than Amelia was, but he was not an angry one. He was not someone who lost his temper. Part of the reason she had always enjoyed his company so much was because no matter how drunk he got back in university and how many guys spilled drinks on him or tried to pick fights, he never took the bait. So to hear his voice raise surprised Amelia. “What kind of good guy proposes to a girl they barely know!? A girl who has more money than him! You have to know this is a con right?”
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A con, ha, if Emmett only knew. “Look I know what I’m doing. It was my decision.”
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“No this is, Ames, this is insane!” People were looking now and this time Amelia frowned as she got up to shut the door. This was worse than she had imagined it might be. She shut the door quickly trying to ignore the eyes of her employees as they tried to look busy elsewhere.
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“Will you calm down?!” She hissed. “You’re making a scene.”
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“I will cause a scene!” He threw his hands up in the air as if to illustrate the fact that he was indeed ready to cause a scene for how stupid this was. “I cannot believe—“ and off he went on a rant about how she couldn’t possibly be serious and how stupid and…well, Amelia snapped.
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“Oh my God! Will you just shut up!? It’s not like that okay?” She finally exclaimed running her fingers through her blonde hair roughly. Well, clearly he was going to have to know wasn’t he? If she were being honest with herself, Amelia would admit that she was glad to have the opportunity to tell him the truth. Lying to Emmett through this entire thing would’ve killed her. Anyway…well, it’d be much more believable if Emmett had known wouldn’t it? She told Emmett everything. Even things she didn’t tell her family.
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Her exclamation finally shut him up, but he still had his eyes narrowed at her. He was letting her say her piece, as he always did on the occasions that they rarely thought. “It’s not…it’s fake okay? My visa is going to expire soon and I need a way to stay and…getting married is an easy way to at least stay in the country while I figure this all out. Wyatt is a good guy. He’s fallen on hard times and I ASKED him, okay? I asked him to pretend to be my fiancé and I told him I would pay him. He agreed to help me out. We are helping each other out.”
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This seemed to stun Emmett into silence for a few moments and he slouched back into the chair in front of her desk. “Seriously?” He asked in disbelief. She could see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to put this new situation in. Trying to decide if this was more plausible than the other situation she had described.
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“Yes and I’ve made arrangements for him to fly out in the next week or so. I knew I had to tell you. Listen…you can’t tell anyone Em. You can’t. Not even Hayley okay? I’m fully aware how illegal this is and the less people who know the truth the better.” She was pleading with him now, watching him with concerned blue eyes. She trusted Emmett with her life, but that didn’t mean he would be okay pretending this was real when he knew it was illegal.
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A frown pulled at what Amelia had always thought were handsome features (in a lean and lanky kind of way) as Amelia watched him. “Please?” She added for good measure.
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Slowly, painfully slowly, Emmett nodded his head. “Okay, but you know how crazy this is right? How hard this will be to sell to anyone who remotely knows you?” The blonde could’ve kissed him right there out of relief. Of course he was going to help her because it was Emmett. She shouldn’t have tried to pull it over on him in the first place.
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“Very much so…but I think you’ll be able to help.”
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He chuckled lightly. “Well…I suppose I don’t have much of a choice now do I? You’re pulling me into this illegal scheme of your’s. Oh my God, I can be like my own action movie hero!”
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Amelia laughed as relief swelled in her chest. Yes telling the truth had definitely been the better option.


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<br>Spitfire. Since the moment she was born Amelia Clarke has been known as such by pretty much everyone who gets to know her. Her parents knew that she was going to be something when they caught her at six years of age going through her older brother’s toys for things she could trade or sell with the other kids at school. Much to Amelia’s chagrin, they made her return the money and the toys that she had accumulated.
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That never stopped her though. She was always coming up with business ventures even in primary school. Some were successful and others landed her in giant piles of trouble, but Amelia didn’t stop. She was going to change the world in someway and she knew she’d get rich doing it. See…Amelia and her family were solidly middle class, but she grew up in one of the richest counties in England. She knew how the other half lived and one day, she wanted to get there.
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There were no delusions, however, on what it would take to make those dreams come true. She wasn’t about to doll herself up and attach herself to some rich man, no…she would work her ass off and she would get there. She knew she would get there. Amelia Clarke excelled at school. At sixteen, she took her A-levels and aced everyone. She quickly moved on to University of Oxford where she finished the business program with top marks.
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That wasn’t what made her time at Oxford life-changing, though. That was meeting Emmett Harris. He was an American student studying at Oxford under it’s software engineering program. She met Emmett during the orientation program and they hit it off immediately. He had this idea regarding social media and this application he would make to change it all. He told her all this over two pints of beer and well…after that it was history.
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Emmett went back to the states after graduation and Amelia followed. He had the smarts to make the product what it needed to be, but he lacked the business smarts (and let’s be honest, the assertiveness) that was necessary to make it successful. That is where Amelia comes in. She’s the business sense behind all his geeky brains. It’s been ten years since the start of their company and Amelia and Emmett’s brainchild is valued at about thirteen million.
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Amelia knows that’s just the beginning. The problem is that her work visa is going to expire soon and well, there’s still business to do. Don’t worry, she’s working on this. Amelia Clarke always has a plan.

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<p>friends Friends? What friends? That means having a social life and Amelia doesn’t have time for that. Emmett, her business partner, and his wife are her friends, but really…everyone else? They fall somewhere between acquaintances and business associates. That’s not to say that Amelia isn’t a great friend, because she would be! If she had any time to actually make friends…that being said she’d like to pretend she could make friends.

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<p>foes This category gets a little more attention because, well, she’s climbed up to the top and with that comes some enemies. She isn’t a pushover. You snap at her and she is going to bite back. There might be some business rivals from other companies and maybe some people that she has just rubbed the wrong way at some time in her past. I’m up for anything.

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<p>lovers Again…this would require actual time and Amelia live and breathes for her work. She doesn’t have time to date! That being said, she is a woman and she does have needs and so there are days when she goes to a club or bar just so she can find one guy to relieve some stress with. Those are always fun. Anything else, though, well we’d have to see what happens.


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