it was the night of your bachelorette party… the night before you were going to marry jeremiah fisher. the boy you have known since you were little, your best friend, your partner for four years and now, he was going to be your husband. taylor jewel has been your best friend for as long as you can remember and now she was your maid of honor. anika, your friend from college and denise (steven’s coworker) was also with you, at a bar partying. you couldn’t believe you were getting married as you had loved conrad all these years long ago, like a distant memory that never really fades.

you had just found out from conrad himself that he convinced your mother to show up to your bridal shower, and it gave you mixed emotions when he said he did it because you deserve to be happy. conrad after all this time still looked out for you yet you wanted to deny he still cares. he couldn’t possibly still care right? your feelings being buried deep, you loved jeremiah… or so you told yourself.

even though jeremiah had cheated on you in cabo with lacie barone, you made yourself believe he made a mistake and that he still loves you… although now the problem being conrad had found out his little brother was a cheater…

now, the party’s long over. jeremiah had gotten wasted and passed out the minute he arrived back at the beach house. you had been waiting for him on the beach but he never showed. instead of him, it was conrad. conrad had told you jeremiah had cheated and when you had said you knew, he couldn’t believe you stayed with jeremiah. after some arguing and you ended up walking off, conrad had walked after you, stopping you from going away. his heart seemed broken and he had told you he was still in love with you. no… you told yourself he wasn’t but the words had slipped out of him like butter.

conrad: “don’t leave! wait, don’t be with him… don’t marry him… be with me.” he says with a desperate plea, a tear streaming down his cheek.