***Finn***
Once again on our way back to Kensington Palace, I can feel a rather palpable sense of nervousness coming from Serena - but also from myself. I had met Serena's father, and I had also been for dinner with her older brother and his fiancée twice now; but this...this was different.
I could not pretend that it was not a big deal, because it was.
When I had told Serena in her car after we went sailing, that I wanted to see where we could go, there were really only two outcomes.
Either it would not go anywhere or it would- and it was.
Eight weeks later, we had applied to the same universities, and the world now knew I was with her. We were in a car on our way to my family home for dinner with my parents, and I knew full well that my father would not have invited us if he did not
