Asher's POV For the next few days Asher busied himself in work to keep from thinking about the crazy woman Sarah's words.  Anytime he would be idle they would replay again and again in his mind threatening to drive him mad. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't the slightest bit interested in what exactly it was she wanted from him.  However, due to her manic behavior during their meet he knew getting involved with her would do nothing but bring him trouble.  It was due to that realization each time temptation would start rearing its ugly head, a small voice in the back of his mind would remind him to forget it and find something else to keep himself occupied. However, as each day passed and the day of Summer's wedding grew closer, Asher found himself thinking of Sarah's words almost constantly and wondering if what she had to say involved being able to get Summer to leave Michael.  The prospect of it was so ver

Summer's POV Summer stared up at the large white building Michael had just pulled up to with the glowing red word 'Emergency' illuminated on it. It was early Thursday morning and her father had insisted that he be picked up upon discharge by his daughter and future Son-in-law.  Of course, there was no way that they could deny this request. "You ready"  Michael asked cutting the engine of his vehicle and beginning to unbunkle. Summer gave a slight nod, "Yeah, I'm ready." Watching Michael exit Summer took a deep breath to try to calm her rattled nerves. Her relationship with her biological father could be considered anything but great.  He treated her like a tool rather than a beloved daughter.  After all, that was the only reason he even decided to acknowledge her and bring her to his side in the first place.  If he hadn't found her useful who knew where she would be right now.

Summer's POVSummer positioned herself beside Michael at the top of the grand staircase of Bon Temps watching as the room below grew dark. She ran a hand down the sides of her silver sequined gown making sure it wasn't out of place in any way.  After all she had to look picture perfect. For hours prior Summer had been the victim of an onslaught of stylists and makeup artists that had been hired to make her look like a rising star for the evenings main event.  If she so much as ruined a strand of her hair there would be hell to pay.After dealing with them for so long her nerves were already fried and now having to walk down a staircase with a bunch of people watching was the last thing she wanted to do.Putting a hand to her chest Summer attempted to calm her heart, willing it to slow its erratic pace.As she fixed her gaze ahead preparing to make her entrance with her 'fiance' a spotlight flashed on, momentarily blindi

Asher remained in his hiding spot trying to hold a determined Summer still as the drama of the evening began to make its appearance.Despite her best struggles he kept her arms pinned to her sides, not allowing her to try to remove her clothes again.He looked on at the scene unfolding with wide eyes as more vehicles filled with news crews came rushing in, their tires squealing in their haste.  Reporters hurriedly unloaded their equipment from them before heading one after the other to the entrance of Bon Temps.Asher could only imagine the scene that was most certainly about to take place within the buildings four walls. From the looks of the number of people arriving it was going to be a huge spectacle.Security tried their best to keep the reporters at bay, but in the end they lost due to being outnumbered and the wave of people ready for a big scoop managed to squeeze their way inside.  He could hear a few shrieks of surprise fr

Summer's POV Summer's father watched her impassively as she worked to catch her breath. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was going to hurl, but she kept her face calm as she did her best to not show any weakness. "Now."  Jackson said narrowing his gaze on her.  "Summer, did you have anything to do with what happened this evening?" She looked to Michael who was watching her with bloodlust in his eyes, his face rigid, jaw clenching and unclenching.  Summer was sure if her father hadn't arrived when he did she would already be dead.  "Ask his mistress." She spat ripping her gaze from Michael and looking to a now sobbing Sarah. "It wasn't me!"  Sarah who had been silent the whole time wailed.  "How could you possibly place the blame on me?" As she spoke she acted pathetic, her fake sobs growing stronger. Unable to control herself Summer began clapping.  "That's quite the