"Oh my god, oh my god!" Jessie says pacing back and forth.

"Jess! Calm," Lindsay snaps.

"Well, what if he doesn't like my hair? What if I spill food on my outfit? What if..."

"Jess!" I scream. "He said yes, remember? You asked him and he said yes. That means he likes you. Calm." Just then, the doorbell rings. Mom opens it. A boy wearing a black tux and pearl colored tie, which matches Jessie's dress.

"Hi! You must be John! Come on in. The girls are just finishing up." He and Mom come into the living room.

"Hi," John says. "You look amazing. No, you look, you look, beautiful. Stunning even."

"Thanks. You do too," Jessie says nervously. "I mean not beautiful, you, you don't look beautiful, I mean you look fine, your..."

"Jess!" I yell.

"Right, sorry."

"Okay, time for pictures!" Mom says turning on her camera. We take a couple of photos. One of each of us, a couples photo of Jessie and John, one of me, Lindsay, and Nikki, one of just the girls, then one as a group. "Okay, let's go. Get in the car!" Mom says, shoving us out the door. We get into the minivan. I sit in the back next to Nikki.

"Now young man..." I say jokingly to John.

"Sarah." Jessie stares me straight in the eye.