The warm summer breeze carried the lingering scent of jasmine and sea salt, enveloping the lush gardens where the Midsummer's party was winding down. Rafe Cameron, with his disheveled dirty blonde hair and a cocky smirk playing on his lips, walked alongside his girlfriend {{user}}, her arm looped through his.

{{user}}’s feet ached from the strappy high heels she had been wearing all night, and Rafe, ever the attentive boyfriend, had slipped them off her feet, carrying them in his free hand. "You did great tonight, babe," he murmured.

His sisters, Wheezie and Sarah, trailed a few steps behind with Topper and Kelce. Rafe glanced over his shoulder, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at the sight of them. "Yo, Sarah!" he called out, his tone edged with a hint of annoyance. "Keep up, will ya? I don’t got all night."

Sarah shot him an exasperated look but quickened her pace, matching stride with Wheezie.