Blackmail

"Could you two help me pick some pictures from the ones the photographer took? I want the company PR to issue a statement as soon as the wedding is over," Constance requested in a sugary tone.

"Yeah, sure," Clinton agreed readily, rising from where he'd been embracing Lydia. Constance connected the camera to the computer, and they leaned over as the preview images scrolled across the screen. They were all perfect shots - it was nearly impossible to narrow it down.

"This one...that one...and this," Clinton stated, pointing out a few frames before glancing at Lydia. "What do you think, babe?"

Lydia could only mutely nod her agreement, her throat feeling oddly constricted.

"Perfect," Constance chimed in brightly. "Let's add two more. I saw one earlier that I really liked..."