The doorbell rang at six seventeen, by the Anstey & Wilson clock in the living room. Christine got up but Daddy motioned her to sit. "As long as you're getting picked up from here, and dropped off here, you're my daughter too."

'Thanks' I mouthed. Daddy nodded and opened the door. "Yes?" Daddy used his intimidation voice that always scared me when I was little.

"Hello sir. Is uh, Christine here?" Petey sounded pissing-pants nervous and Christine and I giggled.

"Yes she is. You must be Petey." Daddy grudgingly let Petey in but made him slide between him and the doorframe.

"Hi Ch-Christine, yo-you look beautiful. I uh, got you these-for you." He handed her a bouquet of pink roses that her mamma grabbed and put in a vase. Petey was coated with a light sheen of sweat and it took a moment for him to register that anyone else was in the room with them. "Oh! Uh, you look nice too Liz."

"Now before y'all go, I'll be needin' some pictures." Christine's mamma brandished the camera like a gun.

Petey stood though all the embarrassing parent photos with his grin firmly intact. Christine was nervous, annoyed, and she needed to be alone for five minutes otherwise Petey head was comin' off on my front steps.

"Let's go find your bag, I think it's in my room." I said once the last flashbulb went off.

Christine breathed a sigh of relief and readily followed me back to my bedroom. "Lord this is gonna be hard."

I handed her the bag. "I'll be right behind you, we'll be fine."

She snorted. "Easy for you to say, you like Sunshine."

My face felt hot. "No I don't."

"Honey, the only people that don't see that is you, and him."

I frowned. "That obvious?"

Christine pulled my arm back into the hallway. "He doesn't know it, that's what really matters right? He likes you too, I can tell."

My lips curled into a grin. "You think so?"

Christine sighed. "I know so honey."

We turned the corner past the kitchen and I caught my breath. Ronnie was standing there looking very handsome in his tuxedo. His hair was slicked back and he held a bouquet of pink rosebuds.

"You said you liked daisies, but I thought these were more fitting"

I took them from him and smiled up. "They're perfect."