A/N: Hi , it was suggested by xxxMusa Rockz that I explain this a little, as the plot is a bit thick and the updates are not very frequent.

This is a FLASHBACK of what happened the night of the wedding, after chapter 7, the blushing bride. I have separated it into three parts, this chapter is from Jared's POV, the next two are from Riven's and Layla's POVs. That is chapters 12, 13 and 14 are ALL flashbacks.

If you guys think I should reorder the chapters, I will. Tell me.

What happened that night.

PART ONE

next chapter is already written, so I promise it won't be a long wait. I am planning to disclose the events from different point of views, so this chapter is titled 'What Happened That Night: The stranger's POV' (You all know who that is, right?)

A pair of binoculars focused on the dark-skinned, raven-colored haired girl, who was stretching, her hands raised above her head, whilst her short tank-top rose up dangerously high. He waited, with baited breadth, as he urged it to rise higher. Unfortunately, for him, she put her hands back down, her skimpy top covering everything now, but her toned stomach. He groaned.

Musa came into focus, and suddenly, he had a disturbing thought, where he saw the two girls' making out in his mind's eye. That would make this boring night more interesting, he thought, disappointment filling his heart. He had come prepared, on the night before the wedding, hoping for fireworks. He knew he shouldn't complain, especially with what had happened just now. He tried to re-focus his camera, but Layla and Musa were now moving about rapidly, pacing the room.

He glanced casually at the photos he had taken. It was a bit dark, but he knew with a bit of tweeking and editing, he would have around half a dozen photos of her. Including the one very sexy one. He smirked with delight. He was becoming a professional stalker. He Wondered for the millionth time how he could stop the wedding. He had tried to casually convince Nabu the other day to postpone the wedding.

"isn't it too early?" he had asked, though he knew he was crossing the line. Nabu gave him a direct, honest look.

"No:, he said. Jared had to admit, he admired the man. He almost had given up then, but, as a last resort, he now sat, in the valley of two branches, well hidden from view, with a perfect view of Layla. He intended to take as many pictures as possible, all the while, thinking of new strategies to stop the big day.

He gritted his teeth in frustration as Layla ran around the room, seemingly in quest of something. Probably for the damn wedding, he thought bitterly.

Boredom began to pull him down, and he wrenched his eyes away from the girls' window. He looked around the garden. Flowers were everywhere. I wonder what her favorite flowers are? He thought, depressed that he was planning to find out only so he could present them to her the next day. He stared at a rose bush, contemplating whether they were not the obvious choice, when he heard a noise.

He froze, feeling vulnerable due to his exposed position. If he had been on the ground, he could have ducked behind a rose bush, or run away. He could not jump down without a noise. He cursed his luck. A figure stood only about fifteen yards away. It was leaning on the side of the wall. He could not make out much, but he was sure it was a man's figure. A security guard? The blood froze in his veins.

He seemed to be wearing some kind of pointy cap, Jared observed, as he squinted his eyes to see clearly. Half the figure was hidden by the wall. No… wait, it was his hair. His magenta hair.

He recognized the figure as Musa's boyfriend, "Ex-boyfriend", he could hearb Musa correcting him. He had felt an immediate hatred for him when Musa had told him how he had treated her over the phone.

So what was he doing here, then? Jared was now curious, no longer afraid. He studied the specialist with narrow eyes. He was leaning on the wall awkwardly, and fidgeting with his red hair, running his fingers upwards, as if to make sure that it wasn't falling out. Jared realized that he had been holding his breath, and released it in a silent whoosh. Whatever riven had come for, it wasn't him.

Jared had almost forgotten about Layla. He eyed the window again, and was just in time to see Layla get under the blankets, then Musa, and the lights went out. Jared cursed. Now what was he going to do? He thought bitterly about missing the opportunity of another good picture, instead of observing the stupid boy.

He was now trapped. He couldn't leave until Riven did. He didn't know how things worked in Alfea, but he was sure Riven would sweet talk his way out of the mess, and present Jared as the culprit. He was sure everyone would believe Riven's stories, instead of his own. Well, everyone except for Musa, she would stand by him. Still,he couldn't risk discovery at any cost.

He sat stiffly, and waited for Riven to either leave, or do what he had come for. Jared's bottom began to hurt, his back stiffened, and his patience began to wear thin, as the unresponsive specialist just stood there, running his hand through his hair.