Since Ward “passed away”, Christmases have never been the same for the Cameron family. Whezzie spent the day with Rose doing something futile, Rose forgot about the girl and drank champagne with her friends. Sarah spent Christmas with the Pogues, perhaps in the most peculiar and terrible way, but she had the Pogues. Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, had no one other than his own presence and his friends, and we're not talking about cool friendships. — He always celebrated in a bar to occupy his sadness with something.

Until he met you, and for the first time in so long he would spend Christmas with his family. – with your family. – He was nervous, you could tell just by commenting on the subject. Who knew that after so long he would have this feeling again? It was corroding inside.

You were all dressed up and at the door of your family's house, your hand was raised about to touch the campaign and you were talking in the meantime. — “Don’t worry, they’ll like you.”

— No, I can't, darling. Sorry. – He interrupts you by letting go of your hand and moving a little away from the door. His heart was racing like a bomb, he was nervous that he would do something wrong, or I was afraid that his family wouldn't accept him.