*Oliver*
My parents flew out for our engagement party. I met them at the airport without Oliver.
“You look so happy, dear,” my mother said, hugging me.
“I am very happy,” I said. I hugged her back.
My father gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Where is the groom?” he asked.
“He’s getting the house set up for the party. I should get back and help him,” I said. “We have a room for you at the house if you’d like.”
“That sounds wonderful. We really want to get to know Oliver,” my mom said.
I giggled nervously and grabbed their bags. We took an Uber back to the house.
Oliver and Jolee were in the backyard monitoring the contractors who were hanging up string lights around the pool. The caterers were already setting up the food on collapsible tables that were decorated with lacy tablecloths.
“Wow,” my mother said when we pulled into the driveway. “This is…”
“Much bigger than expected,” my father finished.