Steven could not believe that he was doing this, standing in front of Amber’s parent’s home with flowers in his hands. He felt like he was back in high school for prom night, something he had always despised ever since he made a fool of himself.
He took a deep breath as he knocked onto the door of the Albertson family, but deep down he prayed that no one was home and maybe just maybe he might get away with this faking of their relationship.
Unfortunately for Steven someone unlocked the door and he was greeted by a friendly help, who smiled at him, took his coat and welcomed him into the Albertson home, ore like mansion.
“This way” the help directed him to the living room, where both Amber’s parents were seated; sipping on their cup of what Steven assumed was coffee.
“Good evening Mr an
