*Chris's Point of View*
"I'm glad I know him too," I said orbing with Mark into the manor.
Everyone turned to Mark and me. Mark was looking down and squeezing my hand. I could tell that he was scared to meet my family because he didn't want to make them hate him.
"Give them the cake," I whispered to him.
"Umm, I made a cake for dessert, I hope you guys like it," Mark said softly.
"I'm sure we will, what kind is it?" Mom asked taking the cake from Marks hand.
"Its raspberry with cream cheese frosting," he said still looking down.
"That sounds great," Wyatt said walking into the kitchen.
"Mark, may I speak with you in the hall?" Aunt Phoebe asked gently.
"Uhh, sure," Mark said trying to keep the fear from his voice.