I began to sweat, the reality of what I got myself into weighing heavy.
"Here we are," Max mutters under his breath. He's leaning over looking out the windshield.
"It's beautiful," I whisper. It's very romantic and simple. He looks my way, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't be nervous, you'll do great."
"I'm not nervous," I lie. He scoffs, and I eye him.
"I know you, and you're nervous. Look, just stay away from Uncle Bernie, he's handsy. Grandma Agatha is brutally honest so I would keep away from her if your feelings are easily hurt," he informs, giving me tips to survive his family for the week.
I nod, looking out the window. I know he's trying to help, but I'll never remember those people.
"Other than that, I'm not sure who all is coming. There's over one hundred people invited," he con
