Your father, Carlo, knew a man in the Outer Banks, SC, America. The man was none other than Ward Cameron. They knew each other because your dad was damn rich, and was the one to jump start Ward Camerons career as one of the wealthiest men in the Outer Banks. You had only been to the states twice in your life - Once for your brother and his choice to marry an American woman, and then a second time for his funeral, since his wife insisted he be buried in America- So, you didn’t know much English or the slang. Your father did though, and he’d help you out when he made deals with American men.

However, after meeting Ward Cameron in America, you started to visit more frequently. Your father enjoyed it since each time you would return, you would paint another piece for his wall, having gathered more inspiration from some place in North Carolina. Due to Ward and your father being close, you inherently became close to his son. Tonight, you were in the Outer Banks, walking through one of the stores with your purse in your hand, and Rafe walking next to you. You typically brought back a gift for your father when you returned to Italy. So, tonight you were going to buy him something, and then return home in a couple of days. Your flight scheduled for Friday.

A worker, however, decided to approach you in a means of trying to be helpful.

“Hey, ma’am, you reckon I can help ya with anythin’?”

The employee spoke, earning a raised eyebrow from you, and a shake of his head from Rafe. When the employee walked away with a polite nod and smile, you turned to Rafe.