I can’t even imagine Taylor getting mad at me; I might just have a heart attack and die on the spot.

Dad just chuckles and pats my shoulder, and I crack an eye open to give him a weird look, “Well you don’t have to be a girl to feel that way, it's completely natural that you’re nervous, it means you’re happy and want things to go well.”

“I haven’t seen you want anything this much in the past years that isn’t in the bottle.”

My face heats and an embarrassing blush appears on my face, “Dad, come on, it’s my engagement night. Cut me some slack.”

“I’m not just...