The sound of her heels hit the marble floor as she walked swiftly through the manor. The maids and photographers were going crazy running around the house to get prepared for the wedding that was occurring in two days. Victoria was very unhappy about it - unhappy being an understatement. After everything that had happened throughout the past years, including Victoria's numerous attempts to destroy the relationship between Daniel and Miss Emily Thorne, she couldn't believe that it was actually happening. Victoria just knew that the marriage would not take place, but yet here it was.

Victoria slid the doors back and entered Conrad's study. Boxes were piled everywhere, grasping her attention. She had to lean forward on the tips of her toes to even cast a glance at her husband.

"What in God's creation are you doing with these boxes," she asked.

"Well darling, the photographers need baby pictures of Daniel to put in a slideshow for him and Emily at the reception."

"And where did this idea come from?"

"I don't know dear. If you're so interested why don't you just ask the bride herself?"

Victoria was disgusted. How dare he bring up such a preposterous idea, knowing that she absolutely hated Emily? Right as she was turning around to walk out of the study, Conrad cleared his throat.

"Well, well, well. Look at this old picture I just found, Victoria."

Victoria turned around and folded her arms across her chest. Being in his presence right now was the last thing she wanted to do. Conrad held up a photo of her in the hospital leaning towards a baby in an incubator, smiling at the camera.

"Do you remember this?"

"Conrad, you're such a fool. Do you honestly think that I would ever forget such a moment with my newborn child?"

"Daniel was just two days old when I took this."

"Yes, I'm well aware," she uttered under her breath as she rolled her eyes.

The memories of seeing Victoria so happy flew throughout Conrad. He remembered how much she genuinely loved being pregnant and the glow that was constantly around her. Their marriage was fairly new and at the time, nothing treacherous had occurred. No foul words were said to one another and he recalled how much he truly loved her. One thing that Conrad remembered was how Victoria seemed fairly happy with him.

Breaking the silence Conrad said, "I..I suppose you still remember how Daniel was conceived?"

"Oh, how could I forget such a night," she replied sarcastically.

"I'm serious Victoria."

She sighed, "Yes, I remember Conrad."

Conrad walked around from behind his desk and removed a few of the boxes that were on top of it. Then he removed the box out of one of the other office chairs. Victoria walked a few steps and sat on the edge of the desk. As she walked, even such a short distance, Conrad couldn't help but notice the sway in her hips. He swallowed hard, and then allowed his eyes to glance at her shoes and up her legs. That was something he always thought was attractive on Victoria - her legs. He walked over to the bar, poured two small glasses of whiskey, then returned to Victoria and handed it to her. She accepted and took a sip.

Conrad then placed his hand on Victoria's upper thigh and slowly rubbed his thumb along her dress. Her eyes widened, shocked at his actions. She placed her hand on top of his and pushed it away.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh come on, Victoria. I'm just taking a scroll down memory lane," he said as he placed his hand back on her leg.

Victoria chuckled and her eyes fluttered down and looked at his hand.