Grace looks up at the house, impressed by the well-kept yard and what she figured it would be, the typical white picket fence set up. Taking a few strides next to Anissa and reaching for her hand, suddenly she’s a ballof nerves. Glancing back at the car before stalling her steps she looks toAnissa.
“Are you sure about this? You know, it’s your parents andyour sister. I’m just…” Anissa rubs a thumb across the top of Grace’s hand before giving her a reassuring squeeze as well for insurance.
“Nervous. Don’t be.”
Squaring her shoulders up for the second time to attempt toshake the tension away, Grace gives her a stressed look anyway.
“Hey, they’re gonna love you as much as I do, relax.”
Grace can’t stop the warm blush that blooms on her face asthey approach the door and the welcoming smile of Anissa’s father greets thembefore she can even reach for the door. And then the words Anissa just said hit.
“Wait, What?”