Alana Rosental is an outgoing girl with long, blue-black hair and deep blue eyes. She is the daughter of Evans Rosental, a powerful businessman who was also known in his youth as one of the best sorcerers in the world. Alana inherited her beauty from her late mother and her powers from her father; fire is her magic. However, it is not something she brags about, nor does she flaunt her family's fortune. She enjoys her freedom, traveling the world, and having fun in different ways, including hunting beings that try to disturb the peace of defenseless people. Her life is perfect, despite lacking the love of her mother. Her father was always attentive to her and spoiled her by giving her all the luxuries within his reach, but he also taught her to be humble and kind to everyone.

Alana is engaged to Joan Black, her boyfriend of three years. She met him on one of her trips, and it was love at first sight for her. Joan was handsome, athletic, fun, very similar to her, and they had many things in common, so they soon made their relationship official, and two years later, they decided to get engaged. Now, they are just weeks away from their wedding, and almost everything is ready. It will be a grand wedding, or rather, the wedding of the year in Amatista, one of the wealthiest cities in the country of Violet.

"Alana, daughter, are you sure?" Evans Rosental asked, having summoned his daughter to his office to talk about the wedding that was just weeks away. He still had doubts about the marriage.

"Of course, Dad, we've already talked about this," she said, crossing her arms, sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of her father's desk. "Is it because of Joan's status? Dad, I know he doesn't come from a wealthy family, but he's the one for me. We have so much in common…" she said with a smile. Evans nodded in response.

"You know his status isn't important, at least not to me. The only thing that matters is that he makes you happy." He stood up and walked towards her. Alana smiled and stood up as well. "You are my precious little daughter." He hugged her, and Alana happily returned the embrace.

"Thank you, Daddy. I assure you that Joan is the ideal man for me," she whispered.

"**************"

Alana arrived home, living in a large mansion, the largest in the city, all due to her father's status. Not only was he a great man in business, but his past was also amazing, having been one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world. He could have become the ruler of the country of Violet, but he didn't want that title; he only wanted to be happy with his beloved family. She took out her phone and made a call. It rang for several seconds until her call was diverted.

"Why don't you answer?" She asked angrily, looking at the phone. She was about to call again, but she heard laughter coming from the living room. She walked towards the sound and found two women and a man.

"Oh! Alana," said the older woman with auburn hair and light eyes, wearing an elegant pink dress. Alana smiled and fixed her gaze on the couple sitting next to each other. The woman smiled tenderly, stood up, approached her, and hugged her.

"Hello, little sister!" she said, hugging Alana, a girl with short, shoulder-length brown hair and light eyes.

"Hello, Dana," she replied. Dana was the daughter of her stepmother Maritza, that auburn-haired woman. She looked at the man sitting there, Joan Black, her fiance. He approached her and smiled, showing his perfect teeth.

"Darling, I came to see you, and they told me you weren't here. Maritza and Dana have been kindly keeping me company," he said. Dana stepped away from her sister, and Joan took the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek.

"Okay, I was with Dad," the girl replied, looking at her fiance. Joan was a handsome blond with blue eyes, tall, and slender. Of course, he had muscles, but not too many. He came from a noble family; his parents were magic teachers.

"Oh, really?" Maritza asked, surprised by the response, as Evans and Alana could have chatted at home.

"Oh, little sister, I was telling Joan that we are very excited about the wedding," Dana said, still close to them. Dana was 23 years old, only two years younger than Alana. Her father married Maritza when she was fifteen. At first, she felt a little uncomfortable because the wedding had brought consequences to her small, happy family, but over time, she got used to it. Dana started calling her "little sister," claiming that she always wanted to have one, although, for Alana, the relationship with Dana was only superficial. She didn't feel like they were really sisters at heart.

"Yes, I think we all are. Do you need any help with anything, dear?" Maritza asked, approaching elegantly.

"No, thank you, everything is ready," Alana quickly replied. She refused from the beginning to have the help of those two women. Maybe she accepted her father's marriage, but not them completely. She respected them and gave them their place, but she never felt their love as family.

"Well, we'll leave you alone," Maritza said, taking her daughter by the arm, and they left the living room.

"What's wrong?" Joan asked, seeing his fiancee somewhat upset.

"Nothing, you know I don't fully like them." She walked with him to the sofa, where they sat down.

"They are part of your family, Alana," he said, taking her hands. Alana sighed. That was the only thing she didn't agree with Joan on, but she didn't care. She wouldn't start a conversation that wouldn't lead anywhere. "Hey, wait…" Joan said, looking around. Alana was sitting astride him, placing her hands around his neck. "Alana, they might see us," he said, frowning.

"Don't worry… it will be quick," she said playfully, as she leaned in to kiss him. Joan responded hesitantly, placing his hands around her waist.

"No," he pulled away abruptly. Alana almost fell to the ground. She sighed heavily and looked at him. "We must behave in your house," he warned. Alana crossed her arms. Joan had become too reserved lately. Before, the place wasn't an impediment to having sex.

"Well… let's go to my bedroom." She approached him and pulled him by the arm. Joan began to laugh. He approached her and kissed her lips.

"Darling, I'd love to, but I have to go see my parents," he said, showing his phone, a message from his father summoning him in half an hour to a certain place. Alana frowned.

"Fine, shall we see each other tonight?" she asked. Joan thought for a moment and then nodded. He said goodbye with a long kiss, provoked by her, and then left.

Alana watched her fiance leave and quickly went to her bedroom. It had been days since she had sex with Joan, and they had both been busy with the wedding and other things. She lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling really frustrated. Since they met, sex was something normal between them, and she loved it. She felt like their bodies complemented each other, plus she loved him so much. She sighed, brought her hands to her crotch, and began to caress herself. Her excitement began to grow, and she gasped Joan's name. Someone knocked on the door, to her bad luck. She groaned frustrated, got up, and opened it angrily.

"Miss, your dress has arrived," said one of the employees. Alana's anger vanished. She let them in with the expensive dress; she was excited.

She looked at the dress; it was white, although she didn't want that color, Joan wanted it that way, but she didn't care, the design was perfect. She took her phone and sent a message to her beloved, telling him that she already had the dress. He only replied with an "Ok," she frowned, but maybe it was because he was with his parents.

"*********************"

Evans Rosental was on his way home. Despite his status, he rarely had bodyguards; he didn't like it; he felt uncomfortable, but that night, it might have been the best thing. He braked sharply; in front of him was a hooded man. Evans got out of the car. It was raining. He watched the man stand in the middle of the street.

"What do you want?" Evans asked, taking off his jacket. Despite being an older man, he still maintained a good physique. The enemy man didn't respond; he just attacked.

Evans began to dodge the man's attacks. His speed increased with each attack, so the man didn't hesitate to use his element to counterattack. Fire surrounded his fists, which didn't go out despite the heavy storm. His blows went through the man, who ended up being defeated in a couple of minutes. Evans sighed, approached him to make sure he was still alive, as he needed to interrogate him. He had enemies; he knew it, but it was strange that they attacked him. Being close to the man, he lowered his guard when he tried to take off his hood and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down; the man had stabbed him with a golden dagger. He spat out a large amount of blood, while the hooded man got up, pulled out the dagger without mercy, and watched as the man fell to the ground bleeding to death. He remained there until Evans Rosental was lifeless.

Alana was in her bedroom; the wedding would be on the weekend. She was so excited; soon, she would unite her life with the love of her life. She looked out the balcony window; the storm frightened her; she had never liked rainy days, much less when there were lightning bolts. At least tonight, there weren't any, otherwise, she would have no one to take refuge in now. Her father hadn't arrived yet, and Maritza or Dana weren't an option. She couldn't count on Joan this time either because he was busy attending to work matters; he had been very busy lately, but he had to leave everything ready before going on his honeymoon. She threw herself on the bed, excited; soon, she would be Mrs. Black. She looked at her left hand where she wore her engagement ring; it was simple, not so expensive, but for her, it had great sentimental value. There was a knock at the door; she didn't hesitate to get up to open it.

"Sebastian?" she asked in a worried tone; that man with chestnut hair and hazel eyes, dressed in an elegant suit, was looking at her strangely. He was her father's personal assistant; her father had great affection for him.

"Miss Alana," he said, not knowing how to continue. He knew that the news he had for her would be too painful. "Your father suffered an attack on the way here," he continued, watching as Alana clenched her fists, her dark eyes filling with tears. "I'm very sorry; he died," he said with pain; even for him, the death of Evans Rosental was painful; that man had raised him since childhood when his father died.

Alana felt the pain in her heart; her tears began to fall on her cheeks. She couldn't believe those words; her father couldn't be dead. She was getting married on the weekend; he would give her away to her future husband. She fell to her knees and let out a heartbreaking cry. Sebastian knelt down and hugged her while listening to her desolate weeping.

"***********"

The entire city attended Evans Rosental's funeral; everyone felt the death of that man. They couldn't even imagine that someone would dare to take the life of that important man. They looked at the family; Maritza and Dana seemed to be suffering, but that didn't stop them from being perfectly dressed and made up. In contrast, Alana seemed to be totally devastated; she wore a simple black dress that was long to her knees, her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and her eyes and nose were red from crying so much. Beside her was Sebastian, that faithful man who served Evans Rosental. Surprisingly, her fiance wasn't there; people began to murmur about it, but they quieted down when they saw that blond man arrive hurriedly wearing a black suit. He stood next to her, who began to cry again when she saw him, and he hugged her. Sebastian stepped aside, leaving the girl with that man. He looked around; his gaze fixed on the very distance of that funeral; behind a tree, there was a woman with an elegant black outfit, pants, blouse, long trench coat, with a hat covering part of her face, leaving only her perfect red lips in view.

"Calm down, baby, I'm with you," said Joan, hugging that girl. Dana and Maritza approached; Dana clung to him, who didn't hesitate to hug her as well.

"********************"

The Rosental family, in the company of Joan and Sebastian, returned to the mansion. Alana was devastated by her father's death; she sat on the living room sofa while one of the maids served her a cup of tea; she refused; she didn't feel like anything.

"You must drink it," Sebastian approached with the cup. "Please, Miss," he said with concern; Alana nodded and took a sip of tea.

"What will you do with the wedding?" Dana asked with her shrill voice; Alana looked at her and sighed; she didn't even have the mind for that.

"It's best if we cancel it," said Joan, sitting next to Alana while passing a hand around her waist.

"Oh, No!" Maritza spoke. "You already have everything ready; you should continue… it's what my dear Evans would want," said Maritza, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

"What do you say?" Joan asked; Alana looked at him and lowered her gaze; her gaze focused on that tea; she didn't know what to do; maybe the right thing to do was to cancel everything and give her father the mourning he deserves, but they were also right, everything was ready for the wedding. She raised her gaze and directed it to Sebastian.

"What do you advise me?" she asked, to everyone's surprise. Joan frowned; that man was not to his liking; they gave him too much confidence.

"For now, you should rest; then, make your decision," he replied with a slight smile. "Besides, your father's will will be read in two days," he said, glancing at Maritza.

"Fine," Alana stood up, and Joan with her. "I'm going to rest." She looked at her fiance, surprised that he had agreed to Sebastian's request, when he had suggested it all the way from the cemetery to the mansion, and she had responded negatively.

Joan accompanied Alana to her bedroom, tucked her in, and waited until she fell asleep. He looked at his fiancee's phone on the bureau near the bed; he took it, but it had a password. He wrote their anniversary date; to his surprise, that wasn't the password. He frowned and looked at the girl; he put the phone back in its place and left.

"What are you doing here?" Joan asked, looking Sebastian up and down; he was like a statue standing in front of the door.

"I'm taking care of the young lady," he said bluntly.

"I'm here for that; get lost," he blurted out, annoyed; Sebastian had never been to his liking since he met him.

"I'm sorry, but with the death of Mr. Rosental, Miss Alana is the only one who can give me orders," he replied seriously without even moving from his place.

"I will soon be her husband, and you will have to obey my orders," he said authoritatively, approaching Sebastian with a firm step.

"Until then, you are still nothing to me," Sebastian replied without blinking; those hazel eyes looked at him without showing a trace of fear.

"Idiot," he said through clenched teeth; he turned around and walked away; Sebastian watched him walk away without losing his seriousness; then, he turned his gaze towards the door. He knew that the death of Evans Rosental was not normal, a simple revenge; there was something more, and he would investigate it, but for now, he had to take care of Alana Rosental, his now mistress.

"********************"

The reading of Evans Rosental's will was about to begin; Maritza, Dana, were already in the front row, wearing elegant black suits to respect the mourning of her late husband and stepfather. Alana entered in the company of Joan and also Sebastian; that man had not left her side since her father's death; she was grateful to him; she had known him since childhood, and he had always been very protective of her.

"Miss Rosental," the lawyer, an older man, approached her and bowed.

"Lawyer Parker, we can begin," said Alana; her face was pale; those huge dark circles could be seen; her eyes were still red and swollen; that girl had not been able to stop crying; she barely ate, and it was noticeable that she had lost weight in such a short time.

"But, Miss, Miss Rosental is missing," said the lawyer; Maritza frowned upon hearing those words. Alana sighed; she certainly had an older sister, but since her father married Maritza, she had left home and had not returned since then, and the communication between them was null, even with the death of her father; she had not even communicated.

"She will not be present," Alana replied with her dull voice. The lawyer nodded; that older young lady was in the will, but it was no secret that she had gone far away once Evans Rosental remarried.

"Retire," Joan said authoritatively to Sebastian. "I will take care of my fiancee." He looked him up and down; Sebastian directed his gaze to Alana, waiting for direct orders from her.

"Young Sebastian Holmes must also be present," said the lawyer, to everyone's surprise, well, not for Alana; her father told her at some point that he would include him in the will, and she did not refuse that.

"Let's sit down," she said, giving a quick look at Sebastian; everyone took a seat. In the first row were Alana, Maritza, and Dana; behind them were Sebastian and Joan.

The lawyer began to read the will; Alana was not paying attention to such a thing; she was not really interested in the money, on the contrary, she would exchange all the fortune for her father's life. She heard a stifled cry coming from Maritza; she looked at her and then looked at the lawyer.

"But what does it say?" Maritza complained.

"As you heard, Madam, seventy percent of the inheritance belongs to the daughters of Evans Rosental, while the other thirty percent is for young Sebastian Holmes," said the lawyer, taking off his glasses. Alana looked with surprise at the lawyer and then looked at Maritza and Dana; those two were seething with anger.

"What will happen to me? I am his widow," she said angrily, clenching her fists.

"You will receive a monthly payment controlled by young Sebastian Holmes," he replied bluntly. Maritza looked at that young man who continued without showing any expression; she also did not like that man, always so faithful to Evans and Alana, but with her and Dana he was always different.

"That cannot be; there must be some mistake!" Maritza shouted, standing up. She looked at Alana who seemed lost in it. "Did he even leave anything for that ungrateful daughter? She didn't even show up at his funeral," she continued. Upon hearing her, Alana stood up; despite everything, she loved her older sister and understood her reasons for having distanced herself from her father and her, so she didn't allow them to speak badly of her.

"Don't talk about her like that again," Alana stood up and looked defiantly at Maritza, in the same way Sebastian did, backing that girl.

"Alana, calm down, baby," Joan approached her to calm her down. "Let's finish listening to the reading of the will," he said, taking her hand and sitting her down again.

"Fine, continue Parker," she sat down again looking at that man. Maritza also sat down, but she knew that there was nothing more for her in that will.

"As for the management of the company, everything will be under the direct orders of my eldest daughter, in her absence Sebastian Holmes will be the one who takes total control, in the span of a year if my eldest daughter Anastasia Rosental, then the Rosental companies will become my wife Maritza Carles" - He finished, Maritza's smile widened for a few seconds, but she had to hide it, she knew that Anastasia Rosental would not return in that stipulated time, so the Rosental company would become hers.

"Honey, is everything alright?" He asked looking at Alana hoping that woman wouldn't be upset by her father's decision.

"Yes, I know my sister will do a good job," she said with a slight smile, she knew Anastasia knew she would come back at some point, although she liked it to be soon, because now she needed her more than ever.

After the reading of the will, it remained to decide what to do with the wedding, Joan looked at Alana, she is the one who would have the last decision.

"Let's continue, this weekend," she said trying to smile, she had to continue with her life, nothing would bring her father back, Joan smiled from ear to ear and hugged her, she responded to the hug, but her gaze turned to Sebastian, who was looking at her with that seriousness as always.

The day of the wedding finally arrived. Alana looked at herself in the mirror; that princess-cut dress was so beautiful, and her perfect makeup had covered her huge dark circles. She felt that she wasn’t doing the right thing; her father’s death had happened just days ago. She walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Sebastian" she called, knowing that the man was on the other side of the door, just as he had been since her father's passing.

"Tell me" he entered wearing an elegant black suit. With her father gone, she had asked him to give her away, and he hadn’t refused at all.

"Am I doing the right thing?" she asked, biting her lower lip to keep her tears at bay. Sebastian closed the door and approached her.

"Alana, you are the only one who can answer that question" he said, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands, which were covered with delicate lace gloves. "Listen to your heart" he continued, flashing her a faint smile, which was rare for the young man.

"You’re right" Alana let out in a sigh. Sebastian was trustworthy; she knew she could rely completely on him. "Do you know anything about her?" she asked, referring to her sister. Sebastian shook his head but remembered the day of the funeral, that distant woman; perhaps it was her, but he also didn’t want to give Alana false hope, especially not today. "You know… I have something to do" she stood up in her ostentatious dress. Sebastian looked at her, but she said nothing more and left the room in search of her fiance; she needed to talk to him, knowing he would understand her decision. Upon reaching the room assigned to her, the door was ajar, and she heard voices she recognized perfectly.

"Now that you’re getting married, we’ll be closer together" said Dana’s shrill voice. Alana frowned.

"Yes, but we have to be careful. Alana isn’t stupid, and she has that loyal dog by her side" Joan spoke.

"Don’t worry, baby, Sebastian will be busy with the company, and Alana will continue crying for a couple more months over Evans’ death" Dana continued, and Alana’s anger grew as she clenched her fists in rage. She couldn’t believe that the man who claimed to love her was betraying her.

She heard a couple of laughs, and then silence, followed by Dana’s gasps. She tightened the doorknob with force, and it began to melt under her grip. Her eyes filled with tears when Sebastian arrived at that moment. He sighed, and that sigh unleashed a chilling air that controlled the steam pouring out of Alana. She looked at him.

"I’m going to kill them" she said through gritted teeth, bursting in without giving Joan and Dana time to react. She found them on the bed, Joan on top of her with only unbuttoned pants and Dana in her underwear.

"Alana, baby" he said, pulling away from Dana, who tried to hide her smile, grabbed her maid of honor dress, and attempted to cover herself. "There’s an explanation" he continued as he buttoned his pants and approached her.

"I know, you’re sleeping with my stupid stepsister. Since when?" she asked, trying to control her fury. Dana frowned at how she had referred to her.

"It’s not like that, baby… I" he tried to excuse himself, already a step closer to her.

"Go to hell!" she yelled, delivering a hard slap. Joan fell to the ground from the impact, Alana had busted his lip; he looked at her with anger, stood up, brushed his hand across his lip, and saw the blood trickling from it.

"Bitch" he growled, launching himself to hit her, but Sebastian stepped in to defend her. "Get out of the way, trash" he said threateningly, but Sebastian didn’t even budge.

"What’s going on?" Maritza entered, dressed in her elegant black dress. Alana looked at her and sighed upon seeing her.

"Your daughter, the bitch, as always wanting what belongs to me, has been rolling around with my fiance" she responded bluntly, and Maritza looked at Dana with some surprise. "Sorry, ex-fiance" she corrected while taking off her engagement ring.

"Alana, no, everything is ready; we can’t cancel the wedding…" he said nervously, knowing it would cause a huge scandal. His parents would be furious if the wedding was canceled.

"I couldn't care less, I'm not marrying trash like you" She flung the ring at Dana"Here" She looked Dana up and down"Keep my garbage" She said with a slight smile, though inside she was falling apart, she wouldn't show weakness to anyone.

She turned around and looked at Maritza, walking with authority towards her, who quickly stepped aside, Sebastian followed closely behind her. Alana strode down the halls of the mansion, where the wedding was supposed to take place; she knew the guests must be waiting by now. She reached the beautifully decorated large garden and looked around; she had spent nearly a year on those preparations, all for nothing. Everything had gone to waste; she felt so much rage, expelling a hot steam that she knew Sebastian was controlling with his own power. She stood in front of the altar where Joan and she had planned to exchange vows and took the microphone.

"Thank you all for coming, but I'm sorry, the wedding is canceled" She said bluntly. The guests looked at each other, murmuring in confusion about what was happening"You might be wondering why, it’s simple, my now ex-fiance has been rolling around with my dear stepsister, okay, omit the"dear"part" She continued as she paced back and forth with the microphone. "I’m sorry to have made you come, but don’t worry, the wedding can still go on; it will just be a change of bride" She smiled broadly as she saw Joan arrive, with her shirt misbuttoned, and Dana in the blue dress she had chosen to wear as her maid of honor. "Everything is already paid for; you should take advantage of it. You could never have a wedding like this, your poverty doesn’t allow it" She dropped the microphone, and everyone covered their ears at that irritating noise.

Alana began to descend the few steps, and there was Sebastian waiting for her. He bowed and extended his hand toward her; Alana didn’t hesitate to take it and walked elegantly in her lavish dress, leaving all the guests astonished. Some loyal to the Rosental family and friends of Alana stood up and marched out once that girl was out of sight.

"*******************"

Alan reached her bedroom and began to take off that ostentatious dress, not caring if she tore it in the process. She walked to her closet, which was more than just another room, searched for clothes to wear, and put on a short black dress that fit her body perfectly. She let her dark blue-black hair down and looked at herself in the mirror, tears streaming down her cheeks. She took a napkin and started to dry them, fixed her makeup, put on some heels, and left the bedroom. There was Sebastian, as always; she smiled bitterly.

"You need to find my sister; she has to come back and not leave the company to that pair of bitches" She said authoritatively.

"I’m already on it" He replied with a slight smile, looking her up and down"Where are you going?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Out to have some fun; I need it" She began to walk, and he followed"You are forbidden from interfering in what I do; is that clear?" She looked at him threateningly, and he nodded with a faint smile"And stop smiling; it scares me" She said while making a gesture of disgust; Sebastian merely shrugged.

"***********************"

Alana arrived at a club she used to frequent. Even though it was still daylight, it was already in full swing; everything was dark, lit only by colorful lights. She walked to the bar and ordered a bottle of whisky. The bartender poured her a glass; she drank it as if it were water. She glanced to her side, and there was Sebastian, who simply loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt. He ordered a glass, took the bottle, poured himself some, and refilled Alana’s glass.

"You shouldn’t be looking for my sister" She said while taking the bottle from him.

"My men are already on it" He replied, then took a sip of the drink"What are you going to do here?" He asked, looking around; although it was early, there were already people having fun.

"I told you, I just want to have some fun" She replied, while pouring another drink. She glanced around; she was no saint. She had been with a few men before meeting Joan, but since their relationship began, she had never cheated on him, and it did no good. He had rolled around with his stupid stepsister, and now she would go find someone to let off steam with. Now she understood why Joan’s dog hadn’t wanted to have sex with her for months; he was already sleeping with that filthy Dana. She continued searching for someone appealing, yet found none. Her gaze settled on Sebastian. He wasn’t ugly, not at all; in fact, he was quite handsome, even more so than Joan, but there was something about him that didn’t fully attract her. Yet if she couldn’t find someone, he might be an option.

"Stop thinking about it, you’re not my type" Sebastian responded casually, directing his gaze at her.

"Why not? I’m beautiful" She said, offended. Sebastian shrugged and looked her up and down; she was certainly beautiful"You’re at least fifteen centimeters short" He pointedly indicated her bust. Alana gasped in surprise.

"Screw you" She said angrily, taking the bottle and walking away from him. Sebastian watched her leave and chuckled lightly; he signaled to the waiter and ordered another bottle. He would look out for her but would comply with her command not to intervene in whatever she did. She wasn’t a child; she was a woman and knew what she was doing, or so she thought.

"*********************************"

Hours passed in that club as it filled with people who drowned in alcohol. Alana was dancing on the floor, making sure no man she didn’t like got too close. She could already feel the effects of the alcohol; she couldn’t even remember how many bottles she had consumed. From a distance, Sebastian watched her, remaining calm despite being on his third bottle. He looked at the men surrounding Alana; none seemed threatening, not in the way he had anticipated. A woman with a large bust stepped in front of him, his type. He looked her over and then tilted his head aside, while Alana continued dancing joyfully.

"Well, I need some fun too" He said, shrugging, as he caught the woman in his arms and kissed her passionately.