Gilinsky's wasn't the same without Roman or Seth, but they made it work.

Lana, Renee, and Dean all sat in their usual booth and stared at their beers. They had just gotten back into town hours before, but they had to hide out where they could discuss the weekend's events without a spontaneous arrival by Summer, so they chose their favorite local bar.

None of them spoke for a long time. In fact, it wasn't until Dean ordered his second beer that words were thrown out into the air at all from their booth.

"So," Renee mumbled as she traced circles with her finger against the condensation on her bottle.

Lana nodded. "Exactly."

Dean looked at the both of them in confusion. "What the fuck does that mean?"

His girlfriend swatted his arm and shook her head before speaking. "We need to decide what we're going to do about this."

"What are you talking about? There isn't much we can do."

Renee stared at her boyfriend. "We have to do something. We can't let Roman marry Summer when he's obviously still in love with Brie."

Dean licked his lips before taking a swig from his beer. He had to disagree. "You use the term obviously loosely."

"He wouldn't have kissed her if he didn't still love her," Lana offered.

"That isn't entirely true." Dean placed his beer back down and subtly leaned in towards the table. "You've kissed someone before without really meaning anything, haven't you?" She nodded softly. "Exactly. Their history together doesn't prevent them from casually kissing."

Lana scoffed. "There was nothing casual about that kiss."

Renee shook her head and closed her eyes. Her chest was drowning in guilt. "Going to the lake was a stupid idea, wasn't it?"

Dean noticed the shift in emotion on her face, prompting him to wrap an around her shoulders. "It wasn't stupid, Renee. It just wasn't smart."

Swatting her boyfriend's arm, Renee turned back to Lana. She didn't know why she felt so guilty, considering her yearning for Brie and Roman to somehow end up together in the end, but she just did. "What are your plans for the video?"

"What makes you think I have plans?"

Renee squinted her eyes. "You have evidence hiding in your back pocket, but you won't do anything about it?"

Lana shrugged her shoulders and sipped from her beer. She could easily hand the video over to Summer and let everything play out, but she didn't want to. She wanted a struggle. "It's not that I'll never do anything about it. I just want to try and figure this out first."

"What is there to figure out? Roman kissed Brie."

"Or Brie kissed Roman." Lana looked at Renee with concerned eyes as she spoke. "Roman might have been on the receiving end of that lip lock."

Renee shook his head. "You watched your own video, right? Roman might have gotten the kiss, but he still kissed back. He isn't the innocent victim in this."

"To be fair," Dean began, "the only innocent victim in this is Summer."

The group fell silent. Dean was right. Summer was the only innocent piece of this puzzle. In fact, with the way that kiss appeared, Summer might not even be a piece of the puzzle at all. Which, in spite of anybody's opinions, was heartbreaking.

Perhaps the seventh cup of coffee was a terrible idea, but Brie couldn't resist the caffeine.

From the moment she pulled into her driveway the night before to the moment she woke up earlier that morning, guilt ate the brunette up. She had to work, and she was disciplined enough not to get drunk, so she poured herself cup after cup of black coffee. It distracted her enough so that she could fight through the guilt and put some pants on, but as soon as her skin hit the chill of her office, her hands began shaking.

Hours later, they were still shaking.

Brie sat across from the notorious blonde-haired woman and she forced herself to remain quiet while she watched the client dig through more magazines. Thoughts of regret circulated through Brie's veins, but she managed to bite down any words of apology. She couldn't have Summer noticing her guilt before Roman was ready to come clean. That is, if he ever was.

Summer, who was still flipping through a magazine, spoke. "How was your weekend at the lake?"

The question made Brie's skin crawl. She shoved her shaking hands under the table and cleared her throat. "It was relaxing."

"That's good," she stated plainly before placing the magazine down onto the white table. "I have to admit, it was very shocking to see you up there. Especially considering nobody mentioned you would be there. Although, I suppose it makes sense since I couldn't reach through to your office this weekend."

"I apologize for that. I should have been more specific when I said I would be gone this weekend."

"I'm surprised Roman didn't even mention that our wedding planner was going to be at the lake house with him and his friends," Summer mentioned as she peered back down at the open magazine.

Brie could tell that she was upset about something, but she was unsure of what. "Is everything okay, Summer?"

The blonde shot her head up with wide eyes. "Everything is fine. Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing," Brie trailed away. "It's just that you seem upset about something. If there is anything I can do to help, I will."

Summer took a deep breath and closed the magazine in front of her. She clasped her hands together on top of the table and looked innocently up at Brie, who could only stare in question. "I'm afraid that Roman might be having cold feet about this."

Brie was unsure of how to react, so she nodded comfortingly. "Oh," she muttered.

"I've been questioning this for a few weeks now. Honestly, I never noticed how hesitant he has been acting until we started meeting with you. Up until that point I thought that he was ecstatic for our wedding, but now I'm not so sure."

Brie continued to nod. "Have you tried talking to him about this?"

"At the lake, actually."

Every time the lake was mentioned, Brie's chest ached. She hated the thought that Summer was ever there. "Oh," Brie repeated.

Hearing Brie's obvious discomfort caused Summer to chuckle. "I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable."

"It's fine-"

"I just don't want to lose him, you know?"

Brie sighed silently. "I understand," she whispered and looked down. It wasn't until Summer began speaking again that her head jerked back up.

"I was actually thinking about something while we were up there. You see, I realize how much Roman loves that lake house." Summer shook her head. "I know that he loves that place more than our own home. And, after being up there, I began to wonder if it were possible."

Brie shook her head in confusion. "If what were possible?"

Summer took a deep breath before speaking. "If we could change our venue for our wedding to the lake house."

Tears weren't enough to comfort her.

How could Summer do this? How could she take the one place that Brie always thought would remain untarnished and turn it into something else? How could Summer ruin every memory Brie ever had of the lake house by turning it into a wedding venue?

Brie wiped away her tears and shook her head. She forgot that she was still sitting in her office, although it was nearly midnight. She lost track of time and didn't realize that she had locked herself in her office to cry for over six hours. She didn't remember pulling out old photo albums to stare at old pictures of her past, but they were staring her in the face. She didn't remember hearing the front door of her small shop open until the sound of a welcoming bell lingered in the air for a long while.

She took steadying breaths and blew her nose for the thousandth time before exiting her office. Of course he would be there, of all people.

"There you are," Seth said with a relieved sigh. "I went to your house and you weren't there so I came here before I planned on calling the cops or something." He took a breath and stared at her face, noting the puffy eyes and red nose. "Have you been crying?"

Brie licked her lips and forced herself not to break down again. "It's been a long day."

He didn't believe her, but he nodded. "Were you planning on going home anytime soon?"

"I didn't even notice I was still up here." She looked around and wiped her hands along the sides of her pants. The sight of her empty shop made her giggle before she remembered why she was still up there and she began to break down again.

"Hey..." Seth rushed up to her and wrapped his arms around her, doing his best to comfort her. "It's okay," he muttered as he rested his chin atop of her head.

Brie shook her head and backed away. "She wants to get married at the lake house. Our lake house," she stated. Covering her eyes with her hands, she shook her head even more as if she could knock the memories out of her ears.

Although she didn't specify whom she was talking about, Seth knew it was Summer. He sighed and watched Brie cry for a while, knowing that there wasn't much he could do to stop her. "Why does that bother you so much?"

Thinking about it, Brie scoffed and pulled her hands away. "I don't know." She sighed and sniffled and looked up at Seth with embarrassment. "I'm sorry I bawled in front of you like that."

"It's fine," he chuckled. "You're cute when you cry."

His words burned her stomach just enough that it felt nice rather than painful. She smiled lightly and looked away to think before she turned back to him. "Why did you go to my house?"

It was Seth's turn to have rosy cheeks. "I felt like I had to after what happened this weekend."

Brie was shocked to hear something semi-mature come from his mouth. He was the type of person that would sleep with a long pair of legs, but never call them back. To think that he was driving out to her house rather than ignoring her or simply sending a text brought a smile to Brie's lips. She felt special.

"Do you want to get out of this place?" Seth asked, gesturing towards the door.

Without even thinking about why her face felt swollen, Brie nodded. "Let me get my stuff."