morning with enthusiasm. Today was the day. Today was the day I finally got to meet James’s family and be with him. There was only one problem. It was eight in the morning and I wasn’t going over there until tonight. I had the entire day to sit around and obsess and worry about what was going to happen tonight. I decided to kill some time and get online. Maybe Marcus was online and I could share the great news with him. “Hey, how is your day going?” I asked him. “Oh hey. It’s good. Just hanging out. How about yours?” he replied. “It’s great! I am going over to someone’s house later for dinner and I am super excited.” “Oh, is it that guy you were talking to?” “Yeah! I’m so excited. I’m hoping he will ask me out tonight finally. I feel like I have been waiting for forever.” “Oh—yeah—that’s cool. I hope he will be able to make you happy.” “He does!” I said while typing a smiley face. “Cool.” Cool? That’s all he says? Why was Marcus always weird with me when the subject of James was brought up? It was as if he didn’t like the fact I was talking to him. Maybe he was just jealous because I couldn’t talk to him as much as before. Whatever it was, I didn’t let it get me down. I was hours away from my date and I was ready. As the hours grew near to my date, I started to worry. What if they are expecting me to show up somewhere? What if nobody shows up? I will look stupid in front of my parents if I get dressed up and tell them I am going to a friend’s house and I never go. What would I even tell them? Just as I started to get scared, I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock: it was exactly five. I rushed downstairs. Maybe I would get to the door before anyone else and be able to rush out the door without them meeting James. As I grabbed my bag and busted out of my bedroom door, I heard the door start to open. Oh no. Someone was opening the door and everything was about to go wrong. I went down the stairs to see my father at the door. This wasn’t good. I went in front of the door to see Emma standing there. “Hi, Juliet. Are you ready to go?” “Y—yeah,” I said. “Dad, this is Emma.” “Well, nice to meet you, Emma. Juliet has said wonderful things about you.” My father reached out to shake her hand. I didn’t even think about that. What if he shook her hand and felt her icy-cool skin? What if he started to get suspicious? I turned to see Emma was wearing gloves. It was late August and she wore gloves, as if that wasn’t suspicious. I saw the look on my father’s face. He saw the gloves and had a confused look, as if he was trying to figure out why someone would wear gloves in August. He didn’t question it and I walked out the door. “Be home by ten, sweetie,” he said. Emma and I walked to the car, with a grin from cheek to cheek. I got in the car to discover James was behind the wheel. I went to give him a kiss and he pushed me back. “What was that for?” I asked. “You father is still at the door. If I kiss you, it will only give things away.” I hadn’t even thought of my father still standing there. James was always looking out for me and keeping me safe. I waved to my father as we pulled away. Things were starting to look up. The drive was a fairly long one. James and Emma lived on an older side of town that most people had abandoned years ago. We finally arrived at their house. James and Emma lived in an older style Victorian home. It looked fairly updated, but still had a lot of older charm. As we pulled up, I saw lights on and movement inside. This was it. I was about to meet his family for the first time. I just hoped they would accept me. We got out of his car and made our way to the front door. I started getting chills and strong butterflies in my stomach. I hadn’t been this nervous