In comparison to what happened on Monday, the next two days were dull. That is, until I had to go to that damned dress fitting. I was dreading going into that shop. I had no doubt that I would love the dress; mom knew what I liked. But I was worried about who would be there. I was driven to the shop, arriving before ten a.m. I slowly walked towards the door of the dress shop, but before I could even reach the door, I was attacked.

"What in the world were you thinking?" I was swept up in a bone crushing hug, by a little red head; my best friend, Amy. "You are getting married! I can't believe that you are going to do something permanent. This is a first for you. Oh my God, Brook-Lynn, you fell in love."

I was finally let go to breathe, and held at an arm's length. I could see her beaming at me. "What are you so happy about? I fell, like you told me one day I would. I fell in love. I let my heart guide me. I know that only trouble will come from it." Then I heard yelling in the shop, "Who did you guys bring? Who's in the shop?"

My mom smiled, "It's a surprise." With that she led us into the dress shop.

I walked into the room with all of the mirrors and my jaw dropped. Standing in that room was the boys that would never leave me alone. For as long as I was alive, they would bother me. The two blondes at the moment of Adam Copeland and Jay Reso, stood beside the two brunettes of Matt Hardy and Randy Orton, but sitting with his feet propped up was the only other person to know about me in the WWE, Jeff Hardy.

Matt was arguing with Adam, while Jay and Randy talked quietly, and Jeff just sat back and watched all this go on. Even when I walked farther into the room, most of the boys didn't stop, but Jeff looked right over to me. He smiled, a small smile at me, when he saw me. I had to drop my head a little bit, when I looked at him. I didn't love or even like often, but I was in love with Jeff at one time.

I found a seat close to the door in case I needed a quick escape. I just watched the action continue around me, but soon I found someone had sat next to me. That person put their hand on my shoulder. I instantly knew who it was. I didn't want to look up, in case I saw disappointment or sadness in Jeff's eyes. I just looked at my shoes which were given to me by Jeff. "Can you look at me?" He said so softly, "B, please, look at me."

I didn't want to look up, but there was something in his voice, his beautiful voice that could compel anyone to do anything. I tried to keep my head down, but Jeff being his gentle self put his finger under my chin and made me raise my head. I looked into his eyes. I didn't see disappointment or sadness; I saw regret. I cocked my head to the side and continued to look at him. I was wondering, what it was, that he could ever regret.

Before I could ask him about it, my mom came in with my dress. I lost my breath, at just the sight of it. I could do nothing but stare at it. I didn't want to touch it. I was afraid I would ruin it. I guess Jeff could see the wonder and fear in my eyes, because he chuckled. I looked over to him, and glared. "I know, B, you don't like new things or pretty thing. But you especially don't like expensive things. This dress is all three. Your mom called me to help design it, so one way or another you are getting into that dress."

I was already shaking my head saying there was no chance, not one in hell. That is when the others started to speak up. "Brooke if you don't wear that dress I swear I'm going to find someone who will, and they can wear it when they marry me." Adam looked, at me, knowing what I would say.

"No chance in hell, are you giving my dress to someone else. I'll wear it, I'm just getting my nerve up to try and put it on." I looked back down at my shoes.

"The converses that you are wearing are not going to match the dress." Amy held up a strappy pair of white heels with red roses that also embellished the dress. I slowly rose from my seat next to Jeff and went to try on the dress. I had a hard enough time putting it on. Once I was somewhat in it, Amy went and got Jeff to fasten it.

I saw that once he came in, Amy left; we were alone. "Brook…" Jeff trailed off. He sounded like he was having trouble finding his words. That was an odd thing with him. He always had something to say. "Brooke, I'm glad you found someone." I raised my head to look at him in the mirror. He looked so sad. "I loved you so much, Brooke. But I didn't deserve you. I guess that is why I wanted to help your mother with your dress. I want you to be happy. You deserve to be loved. I wish it was me that loved you enough to ask you to marry me. I did, too. I was going to propose to you at one time, and then I just lost it.

"I was happy you were able to get away from me when I went down the wrong road. I still love you, Brooke, but you need someone who will treat you right. That wasn't me. So I am from now on your best friend. As well as the other brother you don't want. If you need something all you have to do is say so and I will do anything I can to get it for you." He had finished fastening the dress as he spoke.

I looked from his face in the mirror to my body. I realized just how much Jeff cared for me. I looked wonderful; he wanted me to look my best. "Thank you, Jeff, for everything."

"You are very welcome. By the way, you have to come visit some time. Your god daughter hasn't seen you since she was born." He smiled down at me as I smiled back. I walked out to show everyone else the dress and knew I would knock anyone dead.