It was the day before the wedding. The soon-to-be bride Sylvia was sparkling like an angel.

As Alana took a bite of the apple that she picked up on the large platter, she saw her mother wiping her tears away from the corner of her eye. Alana threw her apple away in disgust.

"Alana."

Alana twirled around swiftly to see Phil Brooks in his suit. He wanted to impress Sylvia, he was well-fitted and he seemed so happy. Of course, Sylvia had been blushing nearly the entire morning every time her eyes gracefully fell on Phil.

There were many family members that celebrated the day with them. They seemed to have their life on a good start. Sylvia was lucky.

Alana inhaled to keep herself from looking like a fool. He was handsome, and when smiled toward her, she felt her wavering walls breaking again.

Alana avoided his eyes for the moment, but with a surprising twist, Phil slightly gestured for their eyes to meet again. Not too far, from a considerable distance, surrounded by family, Sylvia was watching carefully, while she cheerfully chatted away.

"I just want to thank you for helping your sister with the wedding. I know that whatever Sylvia needs help with, you are always there. Same for Syl, if you need anything, even if we are miles and miles away, she could come find you, and be there…" Phil spoke, with a strange look of hesitation on his face.

"Where is this coming from, Phil? Is there something wrong?" Alana asked, as she took a sip of champagne that she took from one of the waiters that was holding the large plate. She knew Punk well, especially when he gibber, and makes obvious troubling expressions, when he is in need of something.

Phil looked away for a second, thinking to himself, wondering if it was okay to spill out whatever he was holding in to say.

He looked back at her with another friendly smile, as he exhaled. "I want to take your sister with me. However, Sylvia is not willing to leave here, with you being alone with your mother. So I have a proposition for you."

Alana gave him an amused smile, taking in another sip, wondering if she should take this offensively, but gestured him to go on.

"I was wondering if you want to take off for a while, and travel with me and Sylvia for a year, so that Sylvia can adjust to life away from home." He said, giving her the look of anticipation.

Alana drew in a quick breath, little shocked by his remark. Alana chuckled, feeling a little offended and hurt.

"Well, why should I? You're asking a lot, Phil, willing to use me for those lengths just for her?" Alana asked, narrowing her eyes at him, purposely sounding impolite.

"I will do anything, anything you ask, I will give to you." Punk said, almost pleading

Alana reflected about what he said, while observing him. His hazel eyes held no shame for what he asked, but he did ask out of pure innocent intentions.

Alana licked her lips, exchanging a small expression of tenderness. "Fine, it's a deal, and I guess it's a plus for me, I can take a look around WWE, maybe make some friends. …May be I will meet a someone who I might like." She said, sounding already enthusiastic, while fantasizing

Punk laughed, with look of disapproval in his eyes, to which Alana frowned. "I don't think so Alana." He said in a quiet voice, which Alana didn't expect that remark.

"Why?" she asked, in curiosity.

"I don't see the point." He said, afterwards, walked away, avoiding the subject.

However, Alana didn't question any further as she looked over at Sylvia, realizing she was watching them the entire time. Alana gave a reassuring smile, raising her champagne class to her. Sylvia smiled back with relief. Alana turned away from her sister, rolling her eyes.

At least, Alana was happy that the area Sylvia chose had surroundings of a forest-like area, with large trees and bushes. Alana had a love-hate relationship with nature. However, for today, she was glad nature was here to distract her. She walked further, which the trail led to a large arch made of branches of leaves. As she walked down the curved paved route, she saw a shirtless man. His face broke in sweat. He was breathing hard, but he had strange look combination of impulsiveness and anger. His eyes were intently staring at something as he was standing still without moving an inch.

She followed his gaze. As she searched what his eyes were staring at, she groaned silently.

Why does this happen?

He was staring at his sister laughing, holding hands with Punk.

How many times does her heart have to take the stabs? Alana began to wonder how long she was going to last.

Her eyes followed back to the mysterious man, perceptibly in rage. It seemed there was passion in the way his rage seeped out of him. For some reason, she started to admire him. Even though, she didn't know who this man was. And though, he appeared pissed off, there was sad look in his blue eyes; as if he lost something he loved.

Alana chuckled very lightly at the appearance the man. The man was young and immature, but not naïve. Well, he might act out of naïve intention. He was thinly built, but had very strong, but not well-defined arms. However, his hair suited him well. "This is gonna be good." Alana muttered to herself, as she began to walk towards behind him.

Just as she was about to touch him behind his shoulder, her arm got in mid-air by his strong hand that wrapped around her wrist very tightly. It didn't alarm Alana. She expected this reaction from him to her exact calculation. She lightly chuckled, as the mysterious man raised his eyebrows.

"You are a perceptive man; it seemed Sylvia didn't appreciate you enough." Alana said, sounding almost flirty, to which he found no amusement in, as his grip tightened.

The man turned around completely, facing her as he gazed at her, studying her. As he inhaled softly, he lips began to curl, almost amused, as realization dawned on him. "You must be the other sister. Interesting. Both of you certainly look-alike." He said, his voice deeper than she expected. He still held on to her wrist, but both of their arms fell down in resting place, as they continue to have a stare down.

"Yes. Yes I am. But I can assure you we are quite different. By the way, how is it you know my sister?" Alana said, lost in his gaze.

He didn't say anything. He just stared at her. His expression remained to be obscure. He was being careful around her. He was also inquisitive about her as well.

However, there wasn't much Alana could get out of him.

"Fine. Just tell me your name, please" Alana said, stammering, gulping down the word "please" with a sick feeling in her stomach. She didn't know why she always had a unpleasant feeling when she had to add the word please to get what she wanted.

"Jonathan Good."

"…Jonathan… why doesn't that name sound so familiar?" Alana was pondering, as the name of the mysterious man kept poking at her, as she felt so strongly she knows who he was.

"I was your sister's boyfriend." A look of realization hit on Alana's face, as soon after, her surprise turned into dislike.

"Oh yes. She mentioned you. She talked only bad things about you. Now I see why…" Alana said, with a sarcastic smile on her face, while taking notice of his hand holding hers. His grip was choking the "life" out of her wrist, as it began to hurt. He was angry. For some odd reason, she enjoyed it. He showed his emotions so easily. At the same time, there was always seemed to be damage.

"Well you claim that you are different from you sis…why don't I show you who I am" Dean said, as he leaned towards her with a small amused smile.

Alana was the type of person that would dodge her way out of this, but she already found this man intriguing. She stood still, as his eyes glued to hers, still smiling. He came closer and closer. Their lips began to brush. There was a small spark, but Alana ultimately rebelled. She still wanted Punk. Maybe God send this rogue man to test her.

She still loved Punk.

As their lips brushed one more time, he bit her lip, as Alana yelped, backing away just a slight step. Jonathan chuckled, as he licked his lips

"What the hell are you doing?" A voice screeched out. Both Jonathan and Alana stood still as they heard the familiar voice. Their heads turned to see Sylvia and Punk holding hands, both aghast.

"Now I remember you, Mr. Dean…or should I say, Jonathan Good." Alana breathed out, with a look of recognition.

"I would prefer, Dean." He said, crossing his arms.

"How did you know that Sylvia was alive?" Alana asked, with a serious expression.

Dean looked at her, with a small yet a bored look on his face.

"I thought you were better than this, Ms. Accountant." Dean said, dragging his words with good humor.

"What? Am I missing something?"

Dean was silent. He just stared at Alana with a look of disappointment. He loved picking fights with her. However, she was too tired and anxious to constantly battle with him. Dean gave up as he threw his arms in the air

"I was the drunk driver that "killed" Sylvia on her wedding day. It was all planned out." Dean said, his eyes wide, with a large smile on his face.