It was the last challenge...this was it. Your white dress fit and flared in all the right places as you climbed the wet slippery slope to sign your name. Chanel angrily climbed next to you. It was you or her. Either she got Son and you would be miserable. Or you would get Son and...you don't know what might happen. But as soon as you slipped, you knew you were fucked. Chanel won. She did it. You were crushed. However, when it came time to choose grooms, she wasn't staring at Son...she was staring at Max. You felt hope as her name was called. When she chose Max you were over the moon. You stared at Son and he stared back. You stepped forward, with full intention to pick the beautifully handsome man right in front of you. But then the fireworks started.