Eva
Johnny knocked on the door as soon as we arrived, and all we could hear were loud noises of people laughing and chatting inside. It made sense the amount of cars parked outside in the driveway and on the streets.
“They’re probably going to celebrate New Year’s here,” Johnny said, holding my hand tightly as he smiled down at me.
“Well, we came at a perfect time then,” I replied while taking a deep breath. I was nervous. They were Dad’s long time friends, but this was different. Johnny and I were not just friends. We were engaged.
He assured me his mom was happy about it, but I couldn’t help it.
The door opened, and his dad stood there, big and tall as I remembered. His big, blue eyes and his paintbrush-like mustache always made me think he was some sort of antique
