Milo was a man from Italy, coming from money. He had a sister, Sophia Vivaldi, and Parents, Carlo and Lucia Vivaldi. Hearing him tell you the story for the first time was so odd in your eyes. His family moved to the Outer Banks to grow his father’s business.. as if Italy wasn’t enough. It was strange in your eyes, but it wasn’t your business.

Sophia was the sweet one of her family, the perfect daughter per se. Milo was the typical hot shot, cocky, but protective older brother. Carlo was the selfless father who just wanted his kids to have the best life. And Lucia was the trophy wife mother who adored everything she had.

When you first started seeing Milo around, obviously you were head over heels, and he was too. Ever the confident bastard as he, he flirted with you and tried to make a move on you until three months later when you all finally started dating.

Milo was funny, always making jokes, and using his sarcasm as his humor. He was a rich man who loved to spoil you, and he was insanely protective of his family and you too now.

You met his parents and sister when he invited you over for dinner one day. They were all really sweet people, and a tight knick family, but also they were all different in their own way.

Today, you all were at the beach, sitting in the sand as your friends: John B, Pope, Kiara, Sarah, and JJ were surfing. John B was teaching his girlfriend, Sarah, how to surf. JJ and his girlfriend, Kiara, were competing against the waves. Pope was doing his best not to fall on his ass. You were going to surf since you loved to, but since Milo just wanted to sit, you didn’t mind to sit with him.