Bryan sat on the coach, completely relaxed. Sarah had just called him and they'd finally sorted out when she was coming over to visit. She was going to sleep in his sister Susan's room while she was on a college trip. Susan refused to leave however until she'd met Sarah. Bryan never stopped talking about her and although Susan had talked to her on the phone, she was curious as to what she was like in person.

Sarah had spoken to all Bryan's immediate family members as they were constantly on the phone to each other and there was always one of Bryan's relatives around, at least. He would put them on the phone to her and they'd talk briefly. Bryan's mother Mairead told him she liked Sarah's voice and that she thought if she was as nice as her voice in real life that she was worth pursuing.

Bryan was visiting a museum. The group was doing a performance for about a dozen specially selected classes from different schools all over Dublin. The classes had slept in the museum over night, sort of like a huge sleep over. Westlife were to surprise them with a live performance actually in the museum. Bryan liked museums, especially when they had paintings in them. And this one did.

The performance went well and afterwards Bryan and the other lads went on a tour of the museum. Bryan left the organised tour and went off on his own. He saw many wonderful paintings of soldiers and great historical figures. Towards the far end of the gallery that Bryan had visited many times before, there were some paintings Bryan hadn't seen before. He walked over to them and was surprised at what he saw.

It was a painting of a young lady in a blue, silk dress. She had long, mousey brown, wavey hair in ringlets. But it was those eyes that stood out to Bryan. They were green and they followed Bryan wherever he moved. It was Sarah, but at the same time it wasn't Sarah. It was her, his dream woman. She was there, right in front of him.

Bryan knew for certain now that she must have existed, this was proof. He leaned closer to see what the artist's name was and if his subject had been credited too. But the artist was written as unknown and the subject was only called 'Miss Flemmings'.

Bryan was in a state of shock. He moved closer to the painting and noticed a figure standing behind her. He moved closer still, it was a servant dressed in poorer clothes than she was. The face wasn't clear but he knew who it was.

Sarah packed her suitcase a week later ready to leave for Dublin. She had to sit on her suitcase so she could she close it, it was so full. She gazed around her room, which was once bare but now had a couple of newspaper cuttings on it.

She and Bryan had made the newspapers, the very morning after they'd met! The headlines read in bold print "Boyband member not so alone for Christmas" and "Bryan steps out with mystery woman".

Since then Sarah had been hounded by reporters every now and again. She was glad it wasn't constant. They had by now found out who she was. It was the week in between Christmas and the new year. It had been Sarah's happiest Christmas ever. Albeit, she'd spent most of it on the phone to Dublin.

She was to spend the new year with Bryan and his family as her parents were visiting relatives and she didn't want to go with them. She looked around her room and it suddenly felt very small, as though she'd outgrown it. She had a new air about her and felt she could take on anything. She left her house and got into the taxi that was waiting for her outside to take her to airport.

Sherry had kept in contact with Shane. This had caused a rift with her boyfriend Jon. He eventually broke it off with her, but Sherry at this point didn't care. She thought he was just immature and his in-securities bothered her. She had a crush on Shane yes, but until it was officially over with Jon she hadn't even considered anything too romantic with Shane. But now she was like a dog on heat! Shane liked her too, she boosted his confidence and he could call her up at anytime, day or night, and she was thrilled to talk to him. Everything was going great.

Sarah sat on the plane and gazed out of the window at the gorgeous, blue sky. For the first time in her life she was REALLY happy, her parents were great but parents can only make you so happy. She believed she was falling in love and that the object of her desires was falling in love with her too.

Bryan looked up from the book and gazed across the library at no one in particular. He was stunned at the revelation he'd just discovered. The book he was reading 'The story behind the painting' wasn't fiction. It frightened him that it wasn't.

He re-read the line and ran his finger across the line as he read it;

A heartbroken Miss Charlotte Flemming shot herself directly in the heart, the week after her lover was brutally murdered by a rival. He too was shot dead through the heart