Sunset Rising

Chapter Eight

Leisel’s apartment was luxurious, and I had never felt more out of place. She led me through to her bathroom and gave me a warm, plush towel. When she left, I disrobed and stepped into the shower. The set water temperature felt hot, but its warmth helped to relax my tense muscles. I scrubbed myself from head to toe then reluctantly turned the water off.

I put on the clean bathrobe Leisel had laid out for me. Its silky softness felt light against my skin after wearing Jack’s rough terry-towel robe.

Leisel sighed when I emerged from the bathroom. “You look much better. How are you feeling?”

“Scared to death. But I know I’m doing the right thing helping you, so I’ll get over it.”

“You’re so brave, Su

The morning passed more quickly than I would have liked. Leisel started by combing my wet hair into a tight bun at the base of my neck and then fitting a wig—an exact replica of her own hair—over my head. She tweezed my eyebrows to make them look more like her own. Then she applied makeup on my face in exactly the way she wore it. When she finished, she turned me around so I could look in the mirror. I was amazed at what she had achieved. My face was thi

“With a veil over your face, no one will know it’s not me.” Leisel looked pleased with herself. “Only an hour left before my entourage picks me up to escort me down to the wedding. Get a bite to eat, and then I’ll dress you.”

“I couldn’t eat a thing.” I was sick with fear.

“Okay, then let’s do a rundown. My entourage will come and get you, which will consist of my father flanked by his guards and another set of guards for me. You won’t have to talk to my father, so don’t worry. You’ll follow him—and never get ahead of him. The president is always first. He’ll take the elevator with his guards, and you’ll wait for the next. The elevator will come back for you. The only time you’ll be in my father’s company is in the downstairs elevator lobby. That’s where the first set of cameras will be. My father and I are supposed to pose for the cameras at that point and then he’ll be taken away to his seat by the guards. Once he’s seated, the bride will begin her walk to the altar. You’ll be on the second floor and will have to walk down the grand staircase. Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, just follow the white carpet all the way up to the altar. Jack will be there waiting for you. Once you’re there, our spiritual leader will bless the bride and groom and then ask you to commit to each other. The answer is yes”—Leisel smiled at me—“but say it low. The leader won’t be suspicious of a nervous bride. When you’re done, you’ll be taken into the back room to register the marriage. That’s when I’ll meet you and change back into my wedding dress.”

It all sounded easy enough, but I still wasn’t feeling very confident. Anything could go wrong. My only safety net was that the president was in on the plan. Still, if someone noticed I wasn’t Leisel, what then? Would the president come to the aid of an urchin in front of the entire Dome? Somehow I doubted it. I had to keep myself focused on why I was doing this: to save Summer from being punished for stealing food. To give everyone in the Pit hope for a better future. I tried to take some comfort from that knowledge and managed to calm down a little.

Leisel chatted away happily to me as she fitted the bulletproof vest to my ski

“There!” she said.

She spun me around so I faced the full-length mirror. I looked like I had just walked off the pages of a bridal magazine.

“I don’t look anything like myself,” I said, relieved.

“No one will know it’s not me. I can’t even tell.”

Someone knocked on the door, and my heart lurched. It was time.

“Don’t be afraid. I love you for this,” Leisel said. She gave me one last hug and hurried into her bedroom to get out of sight.

I took a deep breath and walked to the door on shaking legs. Two guards stood there waiting for me, one of them with flowers in his hand. He held the flowers out to me, and I accepted them, trembling. Leisel had never mentioned the flowers. I didn’t know I would have to hold anything.

I stepped out into the hall. The large door I had come through with Jack just a few hours ago stood wide open now, and I could see the president and his men waiting by the elevator. I began my walk, the walk that would eventually take me all the way to the altar. One of my guards was ahead of me, one behind. Before I could reach the end of the hall, I heard the elevator doors open and the president disappeared into it. I was relieved to see him go.

We stepped into the elevator lobby and waited for the elevator to return. I felt like a criminal standing there with the guards. Couldn’t they tell I wasn’t Leisel? Hadn’t they noticed how much my bouquet was shaking? I was glad when the elevator doors opened, and I could move again. One guard went in first and I followed. The train on the dress was long and cumbersome, but the second guard picked it up and carried it into the elevator with him. He pressed the button for level two, and the doors closed.

I felt trapped in such a small space with guards on either side of me. I could hear my own laboured breathing and tried to steady it, but only made it worse. Now I was afraid of hyperventilating. The sensation of the elevator descending wasn’t helping my stomach either. I kept my eyes fixed on the seam of the doors and tried to will my body to relax. It didn’t work. Then the doors opened on a scene of pandemonium.

Bright lights were pointed directly in my face, and I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My eyes were sensitive enough to the brighter light in the Dome without having lights aimed directly at me. People were shouting questions at me. A few members of the media were clapping at my arrival. Everyone wanted to know about my dress.

The president came to stand beside me and placed his hand on the small of my back. It took every bit of my will power not to jump or scream at his touch. I tried to remember that he knew about the plan and trust that he wouldn’t deliberately expose me. So mutely I stood next to him with the cameras pointed at us. He answered a few questions. Somewhere in the distance, I heard music begin to play, and his guards stepped forward to escort him to his seat. Some of the cameras followed the president, but most stayed focused on me.

Then it was time to make my way to the altar. My guards escorted me from the safety of the elevator lobby to the top of the grand staircase but left my side before I came into view of the public. I was on my own from there. As I came to stand at the top of the staircase, the music changed and the guests all stood. I began my descent, and a few people clapped. Others gasped. The cameras were everywhere. I expected someone to yell out that I was an imposter at any moment. And then I remembered why Leisel wanted me to take her place. An assassin might have me in his sights.