-On a flight home from Chicago for a family wedding, childhood friends Klaus and Caroline innocently agree to a fake wedding engagement to make Klaus' dying father happy. Things quickly get out of hand with their two boisterous families, and a series of events which causes them to pretend to be a couple and start planning a phony wedding. When the pretending begins to foster real feelings, the two must make some serious decisions - Split up and return to their lives in LA, or make a life as a couple back in Chicago...- Loosely based on the 2013 movie plot 'One Small Hitch'

AN: Saw this movie and just had to do a Klaroline version.

Disclaimer - I own nothing.

Prologue

"I don't understand why it is so hard to confirm an appointment."

"I know.. I'm so sorry Mr Mikaelson I actually did confirm last night-"

"Details of your incompetence do not interest me." Klaus Mikaelson sighed clenching his jaw at the petite frame in front of him

Jessica had been his personal assistant for almost two years now. Half of which he had often made use of her services other than your typical office admin. What could he say?

From the sand blonde curls to the ocean blue eyes, the chiseled face, perfectly carved jaw line and well defined cheek bones. Niklaus Mikaelson was blessed with incredibly good genes, not to mention the charm and strong English accent.

Klaus was very upfront with his intentions when it came to women. They would both enter a mutually beneficial agreement where they could use each others bodies for many many sexual favors. No strings, no commitment and especially no relationship.

The minute he sensed the other member of said agreement was catching the feels however, he cut off all ties. Period.

Jessica was only one of the many little moths drawn to his burning flame. Whether they burnt out though did not bother him much.

But boy did he regret it now...

It had become pretty clear to Klaus that due to the casual sex between him and his PA had gotten her too comfortable for his liking. Her work was slacking and she was getting sloppy. He clearly wasn't paying her to sit around on her phone all day.

"Sorry.." She mumbled out a feeble excuse before readying her notepad. Her pale face now bright red as she tried to hide herself behind the thick chestnut curls

"Tell Alaric I am not going to approve that budget that he sent me for the Fall layout... I asked for clean, precise and accurate and he sent me dirty, pathetic and paunchy. R.S.V.P yes to Michael Kors' party, I want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp. Call Natalie and tell her for the 40th time no to dinner. Then call my brother Elijah and remind him that I will not be attending the conference tonight in Dalton but will be reachable via cell- oh wait no.. Tell him that I will not be available for the rest of the night. Then call Richard and tell him I saw the financials he sent for that feature on the project analysis and they are all deeply disheartening. Is it impossible to establish a good report? Am I reaching for stars here? Not really." Klaus eased back into his plush leather chair pinching the bridge of his nose

"Also, I need to see all the reports based on last weeks budget meeting with Cassandra Claire... I wonder if she's divorced yet.." He said smirking more to himself than his assistant who was furiously scribbling down trying to keep up with her boss's requests.

"Will that be all Klaus?" Jessica fluttered her eyelashes a bit too eagerly for his liking. A quickie would have been ideal now before he met with the clients from Russia but Jessica was getting in too deep... He could feel it.

"Coffee. That's all." He dismissed without so much as a glance toward her

Jessica nodded weakly and got up to leave. She did however to take extra long to get out never-minded by the fact that she not so subtly swayed her hips getting to the door.

"Fuck." He groaned once the door clicked closed. Another one off the roster and he was sad to see her go.. She really had been skilled when it came to using that pretty little mouth of hers

His phone started to go off bringing him out of his revere but he hesitated when he saw that it was indeed Jessica his PA calling.. Was she that desperate for his touch? A quick fuck maybe? Perhaps if she begged enough..

"What is it Jessica?"

"I have Stefan Salvatore on the line for you."

"Okay."

Klaus wondered idly what his best mate had been up to recently. To be calling all the way from Chicago did not come as a surprise to him anymore. Ever since Stefan tied the knot to his college sweetheart Lexi Branson and popped out a little mini me, the calls had been frequent. Klaus figured it was because he missed the good old single and carefree life that they once had. The only way he got his quick thrill was hearing about Klaus' latest conquests and wild nights it seemed.

"Stefan! Mate.."

"Klaus.."

"And judging by that tone I'm probably in the dog box again. What have I done this time?" Klaus sighed

"Does my mom's wedding ring any bells?" Stefan sounded highly annoyed but that was a given.

Stefan and Klaus had been best friends since high school. Klaus and his family had migrated to America when the family business had decided to expand internationally making the four Mikaelson siblings "the new kids" to a strange school.

No one anticipated the kindred friendship that started to develop between Klaus and Stefan. Where Stefan was more level-headed and down to earth, Klaus was more passionate and a spur of the moment kind of guy.

"You mean your mum's wedding next week Saturday?" He double checked his calendar just to make sure Jessica hadn't gotten her dates mixed up again

"See? I knew this would happen. That's why I called." Stefan sighed "Klaus the wedding is on Sunday which means you still have entire day to get your head out of your ass, your dick out of your PA and on a flight to Chicago. Clear?"

"Well I am now officially clear on two things mate... The actual date of your Mum's wedding and that I need a new PA" Klaus chuckled the thought of Jessica messing up yet again simpering away slowly

"Preferably a dude or an old lady." Stefan piqued up "I'm surprised you forgot. Caroline's leaving tomorrow. And with you both in Chicago I figured you'd fly together." Stefan suggested

"Your sister might have mentioned something to that effect yes." Klaus smirked

Stefan sighed loudly into the phone

"Well that sounded depressing" Klaus chuckled

"So Caroline's bringing this mystery guy home." Stefan groaned

"Must be serious then."

"I don't know.. I mean why all the secrecy? Something's up if you ask me."

"Or you're just reading too much into it as usual. Give the bloke a chance." Klaus chuckled

"And if it were Rebekah?" Stefan questioned

"Whatever mate. Look I gotta go, flights to book and what not. I'll see you soon." Klaus ended the call his mind already going into overdrive.

"Jessica get Genevieve on the line for me."

He needed a date for the wedding and fast.

"Caroline Salvatore, get that cute little ass of yours out here right now!"

"Quit stalling and show us the dress already!" She heard Bonnie yell out.

Caroline glared at the closed door separating her from her friends before turning to study herself and the horrid monstrosity that was her bridesmaid dress.

She bit her lip as she turned to survey the back in the full length mirror.

Yeah no the back was definitely the worst.

Caroline would never understand why her mother chose a dress with a thick satin sash on a chiffon dress. Heck she planned these things for a living, surely some of it had to rub off on mother dearest.

Did she take offense to not being asked to plan the wedding? Sure. Yeah, maybe just a little

Oh Christ the bow was gigantic

Well Liz was nothing if not over the top.

Sighing, she tuned again to look at herself from the front. Maybe it wouldn't look so bad if she sort of got rid of the sash and extra layers of completely unnecessary fabric draped across the chest to the one-shoulder sleeve.

She took a step back from the mirror and twirled slowly, watching as the fabric flowed with the movement. At least the color was okay'ish, she thought wryly. The mix of ruby red and maroon sort of made her hair look more blonde and her eyes more blue. If you ripped a few parts off and add like a couple of zero's to the price tag, she could totally call it vintage and pull it off.

She idly wondered if anyone would notice whether she made any changes to her dress while playing with the soft, mauve layers with her fingers.

It was one day, just one day for Mum and she would never have to wear it or see it again. Besides, her mom was getting married! This was her day and she wasn't going to ruin it.

"Care, this is ridiculous! Hurry up!" Katherine called. "Come on, I'm sure you look beautiful! It can't be that bad, how can it be that bad?" Bonnie joined in.

"Okay, fine! I'm coming." She took one last look at herself before opening the door to stand in front of the she-devils she called her friends. "So…" she asked twirling slowly, "what do you think?" Although she already knew what their answers would be...

Bonnie looked up from the magazine she was reading and grimaced. "Maybe it's always the bridesmaid, never the bride, because of the dresses."

Caroline sighed. "Is it really that bad?" she asked.

"Have fun at the prom," Katherine piped up.

She did not expect anything less. Katherine worked in the fashion industry, making her see this dress was probably torture. Bonnie on the other hand was into photography but it didn't mean she had to have a keen eye for fashion to know that this dress was just down right horrible... In every sense of the word.

"Well thanks," Caroline said with no small amount of sarcasm. Katherine just laughed from where she was lounging on the couch.

"It's your mom's wedding Care, don't be sad." Bonnie pouted playfully

"I'm not sad. I'm annoyed. I'm going through a highly emotional situation and evidently a fashion catastrophe and you both are sitting there, mocking me."

"Hey, what's Tyler wearing?" Bonnie asked, taking pity on her friend and changing the subject before Katherine could take a hit at her

Caroline shrugged as she walked back to her room. "I don't know what Tyler is wearing. It's not like he's walking me down the aisle." Bonnie and Katherine hummed in response.

"So when is the-"

And just as Bonnie was about to speak, the tune to the Wedding March began to play.

Caroline's head shot up from where she was packing the last of her things in her suitcase "What is that?!"

Exiting her room Caroline saw Katherine holding her phone while the wedding march tune continued to stream from the device. "Is that my phone? give it to me!"

Katherine laughed as Caroline lunged for the device. "Oh-ho, I'm sorry! What were you saying about walking down the aisle?" she retorted, jumping out of Caroline's reach behind the couch, waving the offending item.

"Kat!" Caroline dashed around the couch reaching for her phone, just as Katherine jumped over the back of the couch and plopped down onto the cushions.

Bonnie watched the scene in a fit of giggles as Katherine lean her head back holding up the phone, grinning cheekily. "At least all those years of gym and cheer have paid off," Caroline said attempting to glare at her friend, but unable stop the face splitting grin that took over

Katherine just laughed.

The sound of a horn honking repetitively brought the girls out of their bantered haze.

Caroline's smile quickly slipped from her face at the sound of the familiar horn. "Tyler's here! Shit!" she jumped up from the couch and ran into her room, unzipping her dress all the way over there

Meanwhile, Tyler Lockwood continued to honk the horn taking small breaks to make sure his hair stayed gelled up in it's flawless style. "Let's go Caroline! We don't have all day!" he yelled from his car.

Katherine rolled her eyes. "What is this guy's problem?" she muttered as she walked out to the balcony. "She'll be right down!" she yelled to Tyler.

Tyler surged himself out the open window and sat on the ledge of the door. "Come one Caroline, Chicago is waiting!"

Bonnie groaned. "Oh suck it Tyler."

As Katherine walked back inside she heard Bonnie ask "So what did you tell your family about Tyler?"

There was a long moment of silence before Caroline responded

"Nothing. I just told them I was bringing home a mystery man and that was it." Caroline dismissed as she shrugged on a woolen beanie

The two girls shared a look.

"So they don't know he's in a band?" Katherine asked.

Caroline walked out of her room as she shrugged on her jacket, oblivious to the awkward glances her friends shared.

"No, they don't even know that he is a musician."

Katherine was about to argue but with a quick look from Bonnie, she refrained

"Oh, well I'm sure they'll love his demo." Katherine said slyly, nudging Bonnie in the shoulder sending the two girls into giggles.

Caroline folded her arms across chest and frowned. "Okay, you know what…I thought that if we could spend a few days, alone with family," Caroline emphasized, "maybe my parents can meet the Tyler Lockwood that I know."

Much to Caroline's relief her she-devil friends stopped laughing at her expense.

"What if like me, his going to Chicago with me because he feels like this is it for us.. This could be our epic declaration of love on top of the Empire State Building moment." Caroline smiled shyly

"Have you been watching Sleepless in Seattle again?" Katherine eyed her knowingly

"No.. Yes. But it's down to once a month." Caroline protested

Bonnie shook her head not even attempting to give Caroline the reality she most definitely needed but ultimately, didn't deserve.

"Listen to me, romantic comedies are like cellulite cures. Every one of them is a lie. Women watch them because they enjoy being lied to. In real life Jack Nicholson and Keanu Reeves do not fight over Diane Keaton." Katherine said

They did not look convinced but Caroline wasn't slightly bothered. She knew they didn't like Tyler because they hadn't even attempted to get to know him better. He's sweet, caring, a little possessive, sure, but Caroline just had a feeling that he just might be the one she could end up spending the rest of her life with.

He has to be.

Caroline was getting tired and a little embarrassed that all her friends getting engaged and married and starting families of their own, while she just had one failed relationship after the next.

She owed it all to her mom though. Elizabeth Mary Salvatore soon to be Forbes was now going onto husband number 4. She liked Bill though, he made Liz happy and well this was the longest relationship her mum has ever been in. For the sake of her and her brother Stefan's sanity, she really hoped this one stuck.

Just then the silence was broken with the obnoxious honking of a horn from the street. Bonnie grimaced glancing down at her watch. "Go on, it's almost three. You need to get to the airport." Reaching over and pulling her friend a hug, she continued, "We'll call you tomorrow. Now go before you miss your flight!"

Her place definitely looked different.

Klaus failed to notice the actual color of her living room walls and even that she had a countless bookshelves filled with books she probably doesn't even read. Maybe his reluctant unfamiliarity was because the only time he ever came over was at 2 in the mornings to work in a late night/early morning session.

When Klaus called earlier to ask her if she would accompany him to a wedding, she sounded hesitant and not exactly thrilled. When he mentioned that his family would be there however, Genevieve immediately accepted.

He was a little surprised to see that she had already been packed and ready to go by the time he got there which was a little weird seeing as he purposefully came over early so that they could work in a session before the flight.

Like how eager was she to go to Chicago?

Suddenly Genevieve leaned over and kissed Klaus. It seemed pretty heated. He wasn't exactly sure what brought it on but he was not going to complain. Klaus returned the kiss just as hard and she pushed him down onto the couch, climbing on top of him.

He then realized that she was wearing too many clothing and started to rip them off and fondle her.

"We're going to miss our flight." She gasped out breathlessly

"We won't."

Klaus definitely knew his way around a woman's body so getting her worked up and her mind away from the airport had been instantaneous the moment his lips found her neck. He was unquestionably a man who knew how to engage in foreplay and use it to his advantage

He idly wondered if he would get to the airport on time.. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be seeing his family soon, sure he missed his folks but they were sometimes a bit too overbearing. It was one of the reasons he moved out to New York in the first place. And not to mention he was supposed to meet Caroline and her mystery man at the airport, having booked the same flight as her via the request of her brother and his best friend, Stefan.

Genevieve shifted on the couch positioning herself directly over Klaus' throbbing manhood. He was ready to cave in, flight to Chicago be damned when his gaze landed on her bag with a magazine sticking out. His brow furrowed as the read the title of the magazine.

"What?" he mumbled, sure that he read the title wrong. Pushing Genevieve off of his chest, he reached out and grabbed the stack of magazines she had crammed in her satchel.

"What is this?" Klaus asked incredulously.

"What's what?" Genevieve lifted herself off his lap and looked over at the paper that had grabbed Klaus' attention. "Oh, that's just something to read on the plane."

"Destination I Do, Get Married?" Klaus flipped through the magazines unceremoniously as he read the titles. "Wedding Star, The Bride Guide?" Klaus tossed the offending articles on the coffee table. "Genevieve, it's not a thirty-six hour flight to Chicago."

"Well, we're going to a wedding." She responded nonchalantly

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Yeah. My best friend's Mom's wedding."

Genevieve simply shrugged. "Your parents are going to be there."

"And?"

"And, since we're taking things to the next level-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Klaus interjected as he looked at her suspiciously. "Wha-what exactly do you think this trip to Chicago is about?"

Klaus and Genevieve had met two months ago through a mutual friend's party. After many many glasses of bourbon and some drunken flirtation, they had been steadily sleeping together ever since. She was a nice girl, cute and witty and she was an ace to have on his roster, if he was being honest he was her favorite because he could call on her night and day and she would be game. But he knew he was not ready for marriage, for a committed relationship, and he did not like the direction this conversation was heading.

Genevieve sat back on her heels, smiling suggestively. "Come on, Klaus. I know you invited me to Chicago so that I could meet your parents. I mean it was so obvious"

Klaus just stared at her incredulously.

Yup.

He was not ready for marriage. Not commitment. Not tying the knot. Especially not to some airheaded red head like Genevieve.

He was so outta here

Caroline drummed her fingers along her leg as she stared out the window. She refused to look anywhere else besides out this stupid window.

After an obnoxious half hour which consisted of nothing but honking outside her apartment, Tyler had the audacity to claim that Caroline secretly didn't really want to attend her mothers wedding in any case because they were not that close.

She could've totally taken a cab but in all reality, going home and facing her friends and family with no one on her arm once again did not bode well with Caroline. So she sucked it up.

A long halt of silence passed as Tyler drove them to the airport.

Tyler glanced over at Caroline.

Her annoyed expression made him roll his eyes before mustering the most dramatic sigh he possibly could

"How many times do you want me to say I'm sorry?"

Caroline refrained from the snarky come back on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she let out a loud sigh and turned to observe the traffic once again.

"Once would be nice." She muttered lowly

Tyler shook his head at Caroline's behavior. She was being stubborn and dramatic even after he had already apologized.

An idea suddenly came to mind. This was definitely not the first time he and Caroline had gotten into an argument so he knew exactly what to do to make her cave in.

Flying off to Chicago for her mom's wedding on a sour note wasn't such a good idea

"Darling..." Tyler started singing

"Please forgive me..."

He glanced over to see a rueful smile appear on her face although she tried to hide it well.

"Come on Care.. I said I was sorry baby" he whined "come on' lay one on me." He puckered up his lips towards her

"No.." She snickered "you're a jerk."

"Caroliiiiiine."

Caroline laughed and shoved his shoulder playfully. "No! You're driving!"

They arrived at the airport much to Tyler's annoyance because since he was the designated driver/partner/boyfriend coming home to the family.. It meant he was in charge of luggage.

To say Caroline Salvatore had over packed would be the understatement of the century.

Tyler started positioning their luggage and tying several bags together with a large sigh. Caroline idly wondered why it was taking him so long to do such a simple task. I mean, how hard was it to tie a knot?

As soon as the words "rabbit chases the...and then the hoop.." childhood knot-tying mantra began, Caroline knew that he forgot how to tie a knot.

At the pace Tyler was going, they were definitely going to miss their flight. The fact that they hit peak hour traffic on their way here wasn't exactly thrilling either.

Caroline hugged her coat closer to her body as the overwhelming urge of impatience took over.

"Maybe if you loop it arou-"

"Caroline! Please!" Tyler snapped.

Men and their never-ending ego's. Why did they always think that they could do everything and not admit to actually asking for help once in a while?

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of the wedding march, and only when Tyler stopped to turn to Caroline giving her a baffled look, had she realized that it was her phone that was ringing.

"Is that your cell phone?" Tyler looked at her incredulously

Caroline silently cursed one of the she-devils she happened to call 'friends' for changing her ring tone in the first place, then herself for not changing it back. "Oh, it's my brother." She said more to herself than Tyler, since he had already turned back to his rope.

Figures.. He had the attention span of a 5-year old sometimes.

"Hey Stefan."

"Hey sister-of-mine! What time are you coming in?"

His statement taking her to a never ending place of annoyance.

"Are you serious?" She sighed

Even though she was glad to be going home and seeing her family again, they were sometimes a little too much at times.

She was glad to hear her brother's voice, yes. Just the things he was saying was entirely irrelevant.

"God. Seriously?"

She remembered emailing her mom, calling Bill, her soon to be step father and even her sister-in-law Lexi, and now she guesses Stefan was part of the welcoming committee too.

"Hey, don't get mad at me. Mom asked me to triple check. You know how she is."

Unfortunately yes, she knew exactly how her mother was. As much as Caroline hated to admit, a huge part of her OCD mentality stemmed from her mother.

"You couldn't have just pretended to have spoken to me? Lexi knows what time I'm flying in, you could have asked her."

"Nah, Mom's too smart for me to one-up her like that without her finding out. So humor a guy and tell me what time you land." Stefan replied holding the phone between the side of his head and shoulder while he held his 7 month old son.

Caroline sighed. It was true; Stefan never could keep a secret from Elizabeth Salvatore soon to be Forbes. He was a momma's boy like that.

"Midnight. For what better be the last time, I land in Chicago at midnight."

"Caroline, do you have a knife or something?"

"No. Why would I bring a knife to the airport?" Stefan heard Caroline question

"Wait, your mystery man wants you to bring a knife to the airport? Call 911, he's a terrorist." Stefan teased

"Yeah. He's terrifying." Caroline deadpanned

Stefan hummed over the phone already shifting gears of where the conversation was heading. God-forbid he'd have to hear all about her mystery man.

"Have you see Klaus yet?"

"Nope, haven't seen him." She replied shaking her head. "Try him on his cell. I gotta go."

"Caroline wait wait wa-"

Hanging up she ignored Stefan's protests.

'Three hours delayed'

His flight being delayed had been a blessing in disguise, Klaus decided minutes later as he walked into a bar just outside the terminal. Now he could at least have a couple of hours to come up with the perfect excuse as to why he was date-less and maybe another excuse as to why his little sister was going to be one friend short on Facebook.

Note to self; Stay away from your sisters hot friends.. They are psycho and stalker'ish...

The beer went well with the occasional pretzels and salty nuts on the counter top. Thinking back to the day's earlier events made him internally wince. Jessica was already off the roster and now Genevieve was on her way out too. Two girls in a day was not good.

Genevieve was incredibly sweet and beautiful but she wanted more than what he was willing to give. Heck any of the girls deserved more than Klaus. He wouldn't lie and say this hadn't come as a shock because it did. One minute Genevieve was texting him at 1 am for their usual booty call hook ups and the next she was rambling on about meeting his parents and taking things to the next level.

The much awaited flight to Chicago was not looking as promising as before. Not only would he have to explain to his younger sister Rebekah why he was coming alone...again, but his brother Kol would surely give him grief.

His phone rang breaking him out his sprawling family saga of thoughts and his mood instantly lifted when he saw that it was Stefan.

"Stefan." He sighed much rather in relief than anything else.

"Yeah well I don't like how the Blackhawks are playing either." Stefan retorted to his friend's sullen sigh

Klaus couldn't help but chuckle at his mate's words. The hockey reference already taking him back to the good old days of hockey with his best mate and brothers in the backyard until someone eventually ended up in tears. Usually Kol. "I'm sorry man. It's been a rough day." At Stefan's snort, Klaus continued. "I'll tell you about it when I get to Chicago."

"I can't wait," came Stefan's amused reply. "Have you seen Caroline yet? I'm dying to see her mystery man."

Klaus turned to the entrance of the bar where he could make out the entrance of the terminal. No Caroline in sight and no mystery man either. "Nope. No sign of Caroline."

And before he turned back to his beer, a flash of white caught his eye. In walked a pretty little brunette with the shortest most flattering white cocktail dress he'd ever seen. Not your usual airport attire; not that he was complaining. His eyes were on her from the minute she walked through the door. She sat in a booth toward the back of the bar.

"But something did just pop up on the radar." Klaus smirked

Stefan's voice of protest brought him out of his perusal and drew his attention back to his cell.

"Klaus no! You have to get on this plane; it's my mom's wedding at your parents' house." Stefan emphasized.

"Stefan relax mate. My flight's been delayed." He replied nonchalantly

"How long?" Stefan groaned

"Three hours." And for the first time that day, boy was he glad for the three hour delay

"Shit... How hot is this chick?"

He ended the call in response and walked over to the woman

Klaus picked up his drink and walked over to her right away. He sat down uninvited across from her and called the waitress over to order a drink for her and another for himself.

"And a martini for the lady." He announced, his eyes locked onto hers never faltering

"Dirty.." She told the waitress and Klaus felt his eye twitch

If that wasn't a sign that he needed to get her on the roster, he didn't know what was.

Caroline huffed turning to Tyler who was still in a battle with the rope

It made sense that tying their luggage together would save them on time when they got to Chicago, but seeing her boyfriend's struggle was cutting into that time just the same.

They'd might as well leave the luggage as is and board the plane or else they'd be late.

"Maybe we should ju-"

"Tyler?"

Caroline watched Tyler look up in surprise at the man before them.

"Matt! Hey! What are you doing here?" Tyler paled

The man called Matt just shrugged. "Just dropping off April's mom."

Tyler nodded slowly. "By yourself?" His voice went high pitched as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.

"Is that Tyler?"

"Yeah, it's me alright." Tyler replied wearily.

"I thought that was you!" A petite woman edged closer now standing next to the blonde haired man called Matt.

Caroline looked dumbfounded. If these people were Tyler's friends, why had she never met them and more importantly, why was he acting so strange?

Deciding to ignore her boyfriends obvious discomfort and not to mention his failure to remember it was common courtesy to introduce your girlfriend

"Hi, I'm Caroline." She flashed them a warm smile

The woman looked scrutinizingly suspicious at Caroline, her smile seeming fake and unsure

"I'm April... And this is my husband, Matthew."

"So you're friends of Tyler? Its great to meet you."

Matthew looked extremely uncomfortable and somewhat nervous "Er you too. Babe we should probably go-"

April shook her head at her husband. "No, hold on a second." She said as she walked up closer toward Caroline. "Are you a friend of Hayley's?

"Who's Hayley?" Caroline asked frowning

Recognition dawned on April's face as she regarded Caroline like she was the worst person in the world.

"Tyler's wife."

AN: Thoughts?