The wedding was only a couple days away and the anticipation was killing me. Not to mention my parents were supposed to be flying in today and we still hadn't picked out our dresses...

Katrina and I drove down the small highway towards the local airport to pick up my parents.

I looked down at my feet, a million thoughts running through my mind.

"You doing ok over there?" Katrina asked.

   I looked up quickly. "Oh, yeah, just a little nervous I guess."

   'Liar.'

   She took my hand in hers then, giving me a reassuring smile. "Is it your parents?"

   I gave her a small smile back. "Yeah... I'm happy they're coming..."

   "But..?" She said.

   I let out a little sigh. "But... They're whole change of heart is making me nervous..."

   She squeezed my hand a little tighter. "Hey, they love you. Sure they're a little... eccentric about it. But, they seem sincere."

   I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

   She nudged me with her elbow. "I usually am. Now, turn that frown upside down, we're almost there."

   I looked over at her, smiling a little bit. 'She's great... How did I get so lucky?'

   Before my train of thought could continue, we pulled up to the small airport, seeing my parents sitting on a mountain of luggage outside.

   My dad jumped up first and my blood ran cold. He was wearing a rainbow t-shirt with Katrina and I's pictures on it.

   "Jesus Christ, dad." I said as I stepped out of the car.

   "I really wish you wouldn't blasphemy, Seashell." He said, pulling me into a tight hug.

   After I pulled away, I pointed to his shirt. "Sorry, dad, but the shirt just caught me off guard."

   "Aren't they great? We just had them made up this morning." My mom said.

   I sighed a little but nodded anyway, pulling her into a hug next.

   "Phillip, Karen, it's great to see you again." Katrina said, shaking their hands.

"Oh, the pleasure is all ours." My dad said before handing her one of the many suitcases they brought. "Here, let's get this stuff packed up so we can hit the road."

As my mom and dad started packing up the car, Katrina whispered in my ear. "Where the hell did they even get a picture of me?"

I just shrugged. "I don't wanna know, to be honest with you."

She laughed a little before we helped get the rest of the things loaded up, then we hit the road back towards Katrina's parents house...

   After getting back, we headed inside to introduced my parents to Katrina's. 'This should be fun.' I thought.

   "Mom, dad, this is Sonny and Jacob, Katrina's parents." I said.

The parents shook hands before my dad addressed Jacob. "Well, sir, you must let me put you in touch with my interior decorator."

"Oh my God, Dad!" I scolded.

He looked to me. "Seashell, we talked about the blasphemy."

   I shook my head, whispering furiously. "I'm sorry, but you insulted their home."

   He gestured to himself. "Me? I just simply meant the feng shui could use a little work. My energy is all off."

   I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a deep breath.

   "It's ok, our tastes aren't for everyone, I suppose." Jacob said, a smile on his face that didn't seem all that genuine.

   "Well, speaking of taste, those shirts are, uh... interesting." Sonny said, addressing my parents now.

   My mom looked down at her shirt. "Oh, aren't they adorable? We had them made up this morning."

   "They're something alright." Sonny replied.

   "Now, what's that supposed to mean?" My mom asked.

   Sonny raised her hands in fake surrender. "Nothing, just an observation."

   "It sounded a little condescending to me." My dad said.

   Jacob scoffed. "Well, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black."

   My dad puffed his chest up a little. "I don't know if I like your tone, sir."

   I stood in front of my parents then, before this could go any further. "Hey, what is your problem?"

   My dad folded his arms over his chest. "I don't appreciate their attitude."

   Sonny suddenly scoffed. "Our attitude?"

   Katrina pulled her parents into the living room then. "Ok, you two, let's settle down." She said.

   I shook my head. "Look, dad, you came in here and insulted them. These are nice people and my future in-laws. You have to show them some respect. Ok?"

   He looked down, letting out a small sigh.

   "We're sorry, honey." My mom said.

   My dad looked up at me. "Yes, I apologize, Seashell."

   I let out a little sigh of my own. "It's ok. Just, go apologize to them and then we'll take you to your hotel."

   The parents regrouped, neither one wanting to speak first.

   I gave my dad a nudge.

   He looked to me before sticking his hand in Jacob's direction. "I'm sorry if I insulted you, sir. I meant no harm."

   He thought about it for a second before shaking my dads hand. "Water under the bridge."

   Katrina clapped her hands together then. "Alright, let's get you two to your hotel..."

   After dropping my parents off, we headed back to Katrina's house, to grab Julia and Luna.

   As we waited for them in the driveway, Katrina turned to me. "Well, that could've went better."

   I rubbed my forehead. "I'm sorry about them."

   She took my hand in hers. "It's ok. I'm sorry to."

   I looked to her then and we shared a small smile and kiss. "Hey, at least we can put that behind us for now and focus on picking out these dresses."

   She smiled wider. "I'm so excited. I can't wait to see what you pick."

   I returned her smile. "Same."

   Then, Julia and Luna joined us and we hit the road, heading into town...

   "I can't believe you're picking out wedding dresses from some low rent, thrift store." Luna said.

   "It's not a 'thrift store.' It's my cousins shop and she makes beautiful dresses." Katrina defended.

   "Debatable." Luna replied.

   I pushed my foot over the brake pedal, causing the car to screech to a halt, Katrina trying to keep it straight. "Hey!" She said.

   I ignored her for the moment and turned back to scold Luna. "Listen up, I don't know what your problem is, but if one more negative word comes out of your mouth I'm gonna mail you home in a crate with no air holes. Understand?"

   Luna raised her hands. "Ok, I'm sorry. Geez."

   I shook my head. "Not good enough. You owe Katrina an apology and it had damn well better be a good one."

   Luna looked at me for a long second before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry, Katrina, I won't make fun of you anymore."

   Katrina nodded a little. "That's ok... I forgive you."

   "Good, now let's go get these damn dresses." I said, sitting back in my seat with a huff.

   After a silent car ride, we finally pulled into the parking lot, letting Julia and Luna out first. Katrina hanging back with me. "Hey, what was all that about?"

   I looked down, letting out a sigh. "I don't know... I guess I just snapped."

   She took my hand then. "What's wrong... You know you can talk to me?"

   I shook my head. "It's nothing... Let's just go get these dresses..."

   Of course I was lying to her and I was absolutely bottling everything up. Luna's behavior, my parents, DAISY. It was all starting to become a little overwhelming and I wasn't sure what to do about it.

   I just wanted everything to be perfect, but a sinking suspicion was starting to tell me otherwise...