172: Let’s Get Married

Fenella's POV I took a deep breath and prepared myself to meet Alan that day. After spending the whole day with Laird, planning with Matthew and the assistant district attorneys, it was time for me to take the right action. It was time for my acting skills to be honed from the start. “You remember, right? This necklace only hears you one way, so you won’t get a response from us, but we are here waiting for you.” “Yes.” I nodded, even though my heart was racing. “Do you remember the safe word?” “Whitehill Academy.” I said it quickly for confirmation, and they nodded. “Good. Familiar words for Alan won’t make him suspicious. Let us know anytime you need an emergency backup,” Matthew commented with a chuckle. “Break a leg,” Laird whispered, staring at me intently. He then kissed my lips briefly before withdrawing his hand from my cheek. “Break a leg.” Matthew turned to me and moved his face forward as if going to kiss my lips as well. Of course, Laird immediately pushed Matthew's face awa