TIFFANY'S POV

She was home with Shawn's mother, watching a reality show when his text message came in.

“Hey, beautiful. I trust your day is going fine, and I hope mum is not wearing you out with her troubles. I want you to look your best this evening because I will be taking you out for dinner. Shawn.” She smiled sheepishly as she read the message.

“I guess the message is from Shawn,” Mrs Gold said, trying to look at her phone.

“Mum! Privacy, please.” She said playfully, and hid her phone.

“Look at you blushing really hard. All these kids in love and acting like we older people have...