you go home, and see your family. there was some other families than you couldn't recognized them. but you could told he was a kooks, just same as you.

"you must agree this, sweetheart." your mom said. "what—what do you mean agree?" your mom stared at you for a while before stared at the guy, "you will marrying him."

there's silence before you spoke again. you were still processing this. then your gaze meet his. rafe cameron, the man willingly to be your husband.