The next morning, Eve and Julian had been going over their wedding plans.
Alastair was eavesdropping on his hidden cameras.

"Julian, I might have disowned you and disinherited you, but there
is no way I'm going to allow you to marry Eve." Alastair said. "Same
way I will not allow Fox to continue his relationship with Whitney
Russell." Alastair said. Alastair looked at a different camera. T.C.
had gone into a jewelry store.

"Hmmm. What do we have here?" Alastair asked. Alastair realized
that T.C. was purchasing an engagement ring! "Heather, remind
me to fire Liz!"

"Alright, Mr. Crane." Heather said.

"Liz was supposed to get rid of Rebecca, but obviously spending so
much time on the island with Antonio did a number on her brain cells."
Alastair said.

Liz hang up her phone.

"Fired?" Liz asked in surprised. "Damn." Liz said. Liz flipped through
the morning paper.

"Hmmm...the Book Cafe is hiring!" Liz said. "Guess I'm in need of a new
job."

T.C. returned from the jewelry store.

"I've been wondering where you went off to sweetiekins," Rebecca said,
kissing T.C.

"Oh, I just had some- uh- errands to run!" T.C. said.

"Well, I managed to make breakfast without burning it." Rebecca said.

"I'll beleive it when I see it," T.C. thought.

"Pop tarts is the end of my cooking skills." Rebecca said. T.C. couldn't
help but sigh with releif after yesterday's incident. Rebecca and T.C. sat down to
breakfast. Rebecca flipped open the paper. "You know, I was thinking about
looking for a job."
Rebecca said.

"A job?" T.C. asked.

"Yeah, just something part time," Rebecca said. "They're hiring at the Book Cafe."

T.C. almost choked on breakfast.

"The Book Cafe?" T.C. asked.

"Definitely not cooking though!" Rebecca laughed. "I was thinking more like waitress!"
Rebecca said.

"So- what about reception music?" Eve asked.

"I don't know," Julian said.

"Oh- and I still have to pick out my dress and the bridesmaids-" Eve said, going
through a list.

Later, T.C. and Rebecca had gone to do some last minute work at the youth center.

"Wow- just look at all of this paper work!" Rebecca said. T.C. sighed.

"And I still have this stack of forms to fill out for Whitney's match," T.C. said. "That is, if
she still wants to go." T.C. had a lot of paper work to do because of the matches
Whitney had missed while in Los Angeles. "How am I ever going to get all of these
filled out by the deadline?" T.C. said in frustration.

"I have an idea," Rebecca said. A few minutes later, T.C. was attacking his punching
bag. On top of all of the forms, he was a nervous wreck trying to figure out when to propose.
Rebecca couldn't help but be fixated on T.C.'s muscles as he attacked the punching bag.
Rebecca flashed back to the night at the youth center when T.C. was showing her how to
use the punching bag. She got up and decided to join in. Unaware she was there,
T.C. accidentally knocked Rebecca to the floor with the punching bag!

"Are you alright?" T.C. exclaimed. T.C. walked over to help her up, but was shoved down
by the punching bag. T.C. fell to the floor, knocked senseless. His eyes widened as the small

jewelry box
fell out of his pocket and slid across the floor. Rebecca saw it.

"What was that?" Rebecca asked.

"Will you marry me?" T.C. asked without thinking. "Damn the timing!" T.C. thought.

"Yes!" Rebecca said.