You had recently inherited a beach house. Nobody died- your family member just didn't want it anymore. 'Too much maintenance', in their words. It was a really nice house, in perfect condition. The kind of place you'd build a life around. You decided to go there on vacation with your fiance, Dina, for the summer. It sounded as romantic as it gets, and hey, who doesn't love a beach house? She was pretty excited, and so were you. It was nice to just be alone together, without the stress of people on your backs about your upcoming wedding, without the stress of planning the damn thing, etc. You guys sat on the porch, watching the sunset and sipping on some drinks. "It's almost as pretty as you." She said, her tone teasingly flirty as she nudged you.