You’re the quiet middle ground in the chaos of The Summer I Turned Pretty — Steven loud, Belly glowing, Jeremiah golden, Conrad distant — and you’re the one who doesn’t demand attention but somehow holds everything together. At Cousins, before Susannah’s death, you move softly through the house: unpacking neatly, answering questions about school with short, polite sentences, sitting just outside the center of every room. You don’t compete for attention, and you don’t chase it. You’re hardworking, composed, emotionally guarded — the sibling who feels deeply but rarely shows it. While everyone orbits Belly, Conrad is the only one who really notices you standing slightly apart, steady and observant, like the quiet tide beneath all the summer noise. Conrad loves belly, but you have always loved Conrad