Shane removed the blindfold slowly, and watched Shelby's face light up in delight as she saw what had been done to the same house she had been in not two hours earlier. Of course, she wanted to ask a thousand questions, like how and who. However, she was rendered speechless. Shane knew what was going through her head, so he took the liberty of answering.

"I had a little help getting all of this ready while we were gone. I promise I'll tell you who to thank later. Would you care for a drink?"

All Shelby could do was nodding her head in Shane's general direction. He took her hand and led her down the candle lit hallway. She took mental note that the candles had next to no wax, so whoever Shane had recruited to help hadn't been gone long. If Shelby had thought the living room looked great, then the bedroom was heaven on earth. Candles were everywhere. And sitting on the bedside table were two flutes of champagne and the bottle was in an ice bucket. Shane led her over to the bed and motioned for her to have a seat. He sat beside her and his hand went to her cheek.

"You are so beautiful."

"You look dashing yourself."

He lightly kissed her handing her one of the glasses of champagne.

"I propose a toast."

"Okay."

"Here's to us."

After saying that, he got up from the bed and went down on one knee.

"And to the hope that you'll take my name and make me the happiest man alive by becoming my wife. Shelby will you marry me?"

"Of course I'll marry you. I love you Wonder Boy."

"I love you too baby."

He took her hand and raised it up so she could see the bottom of her champagne glass. There was her ring. It had been there the entire time. Shane noticed the look of indecision on her face.

"What's a matter Fancy?"

"I want my ring, but I can't decide how I'm going to get it out."

"You can drink the champagne if you want to."

"I must sound really superficial right now huh?"

"You sound excited baby. Exactly like I hoped you would be when I asked you to marry me."

Shane was surprised when she turned the flute up, drinking the whole glass in one big gulp. Then she smiled triumphantly when she gave him the ring to put on her finger.

"There, where it belongs."

He kissed her, never expecting to get drawn in like he did. He pushed her back on the bed, laying his body on top of hers. He pulled away to catch his breath.

"Let me make love to you, please Fancy."

She only nodded her head and that's how they spent the rest of their night. Before Shane crashed for the evening, he made sure all the candles were out and climbed into bed. He pulled her to him and laced their hands together. Things were great for the next four months. They were planning on getting married in May. One night, Eric Bischoff, whom Shelby happened to get along with, invited her out for drinks. Usually when Shelby went out, she only drank soda water. It was habit. Shane didn't very much care for the fact she got along with Bischoff much less her going out for drinks with him, but he knew this would be the last time that would happen. Eric was leaving. He had decided to hang out with some of the guys and had ended up crashing in their room. Early the next morning, he walked down the hall to get to their room. When he opened it, what he saw made him physically ill. There was Shelby and Eric in their bed, both naked as the day they were born, with Eric on top of Shelby. He was heartbroken. He quietly grabbed his stuff, closing the door and went to find some place to cry alone. About an hour and a half later, his cell phone rang. It was Shelby. He couldn't answer it. He noticed she left a voicemail but he couldn't bear to listen to it. He had told his parents about what he had seen so they knew not to discuss it with him until he was ready. Shelby called again, and again he didn't answer it. She left him another voicemail and again he didn't listen to it. A few days later, Shane was surprised when his mother showed up at his front door. She never did that without calling. Shelby hadn't even bothered to come back there. At least not yet.

"Mom. What are you doing here?"

"Do I have to have an excuse to check on my son?"

"I'm sorry."

"I know baby, it's okay. I'm not going to ask the stupid question."

"Thank you."

"I need to ask you about something. Shelby asked me if I could get her things and send them to her. She's tried calling you several times but apparently you haven't answered any of her calls."

"Can you blame me mom?"

"I'm just saying talk to her sweetie. I'm not telling you what to do about all this. I'm just saying talk to her."

"I can't. It just hurts too much right now."

He never did call Shelby. Linda had came and gotten Shelby's things boxed up so they could be sent to her, but Shane didn't even bother to ask where that was. Here he was alone again. He guessed he was just destined to be that way forever. At least that's what he thought.