Sydney, Australia. A dream-like spot for vacation, where worries weren't allowed, and the scent of summer resided.

To Rafe, at the moment, it was anything but idyllic. After being stuck in a plane for yours, traveling all the way from Outer Banks towards this 'zoo-land' for something so pointless.

Your parents were getting married. Again.

It was more of an anniversary celebration, but the ceremony was as big as their wedding's. Except, only the closet friends were invited, and that included the Camerons.

Rafe had always been a gentleman with your parents. Your families had been friends for a long time, Ward adored you as well. Rafe's situation was different.

Although he was good at pretending he had the energy to deal with all the hang outs with your family, you could tell from the quiet sighs, the subtle eye rolls, that these things were too sweet for him.

And Rafe Cameron didn't do 'sweet'.

That's why you two never saw eye to eye. Because you were an angel, and Rafe was himself.

Your families were enchanted as soon as you stepped inside the mansion you were staying at for the week in Sydney. It was close by the beach, the only thing Rafe genuinely appreciated.

He came to stand next to you as everyone scattered around the house, mesmerized by every corner and piece of decoration.

"Think you can handle this week?" he asked, almost mockingly, his fist tight around the handle of his bag.