"You're welcome for the dress. And I am really sorry about Jasmine." Will could tell that there was a nervousness in her voice. He knew what it was about. He had it too. It was the power of doubt that they were not meant to be together. All that they had gone through so far, seemed to be saying that they were not supposed together. All of the drama and circumstance that had been stacked against them so far had seem to all pointed to one thing. That they were not supposed to be together. But he was not going to give up. He was going to continue to try going after Bree. Will wanted her.