DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOHING!
"Your Champaign sir." The waiter at the seascape presented to the couple.
"Jason…" Paloma blushed. The night was perfect.
"You're surprised?" Jason smirked. "You deserve the best, Paloma." He took her hand in his. "I love you."
Paloma smiled. She new very well he loved her. And she knew that he was the one for her, but she loved to hear those three magical words. "I love you too Jason."
Jason nodded his head. He slid off his chair and got down on one knee. "Paloma…" He began. Tears began to fill in her eyes. She knew exactly what he was going to ask. She had a hunch all night, but that moment was hers. "Will you do me the great honour… in becoming my wife?"
Paloma was too overwhelmed to speak. She wiped her face as she nodded yes. Jason breathed a sigh of relief, ands stood. He pulled her up out of her chair and hugged her tightly. She cried tears of happiness into his shoulder.
"Oh my god." A familiar voice echoed in the restaurant. Heads turned to see Alistair Crane entering in a wheelchair. "I thought I told you, Miss Lopez-Fitzgerald, to not see that boy again."
"We thought you were incapacitated?" Jason was shocked to see the man who was comatose earlier that day.
"See that's the thing. You shouldn't think." Alistair smirked. "Now Paloma, if you would be so kind as to tell me why you didn't listen to me?"
"Because she doesn't have to!" Jason yelled at the man. "What she does, doesn't concern you."
"It does when she is sleeping with my own son!" Alistair laughed. And by the look on Paloma's face, Alistair knew that Jason didn't tell Paloma that he was another one of Alistair's bastard children.
"What?" Paloma took a step back from her hero. "Jason?" Her breathing deepend. Tears began to build up again. "You- no. It's not true is it?"
Jason gave Paloma a pleading look. "Paloma, it doesn't matter. I am nothing like him and I-I." Seeing the hurt look on the young Latinas face made him desperate for words.
"You never told me." Her accent was as clear as day. It flared as her temper heightened. "Six months Jason! I gave myself to you in everyway possible! I kept nothing from you!" Her face went red, flushed with tears. "I'm sorry Jason. I can't…" She turned and quickly walked towards the exit.
Jason felt his heart break inside of him. "Paloma…" He breathed quietly sitting back down in his chair, not bothering to go after her.
Outside Paloma waited for a taxi to bring her back to her parents house. A man approached her from behind. Before she could react, the man grabbed her shoving a damp rag into her face. She inhaled deeply in shock. Seconds later she felt herself loosing control of her body. She went limp and fell to the ground.