Part 8: A Love Welcomed

INTRO:

With the couple now being officials.

Their love grows more deeper.

strengthened than ever after.

Will they be legal both sides?

Or will this be official but in secrecy?

"THE ROSES"

Her parents stood frozen.

Their daughter, holding dozens of roses—

so many they almost couldn't see her.

For a moment, they wondered—

was it their daughter standing there,

or just a pile of flowers?

Then they noticed her face,

red as the petals she carried.

Blushing, flustered, avoiding their gazes.

Curiosity sparked between them.

Who was the man behind this?

A playboy?—the father thought.

But looking at their daughter's glowing face,

they knew one thing:

this man made her happy.

And that was all that mattered.

"HAPPY"

Angelo steps into his house,

a foolish grin plastered on his face.

His cheeks, flushed. His steps, light.

His mother notices instantly.

With an amused chuckle, she asks,

"When will we finally meet the girl

who has our son smiling like that?"

He hums, thoughtful.

Then, smirking, he replies,

"Soon, Mother.

Soon... very soon."

"REQUEST"

"Senior... my love..."

The last part caught her off guard.

"What?" she asked, startled.

He glanced around,

Suddenly shy to say something.

"What is it, my love?"

She teased, emphasizing the last words.

Hearing them, his face turned red again.

Though they'd been dating for months now,

Every time she spoke sweetly,

It still made his heart flutter.

There, he expressed how his parents

Had asked him to arrange a meeting.

With wide, pleading eyes, he added,

"I also want to introduce you to them officially."

Teasing her, waiting for her reaction.

With a light slap,

She turned his head sideways,

Her face flustered,

Unable to handle his cuteness.

She nodded in agreement,

Saying how her parents also wanted to meet him.

Both desiring to be legal to their families,

They accepted each other's request.

"WITH HER FAMILY"

Standing in front of her house,

Angelo took a deep breath.

Then, step by step, he walked inside.

In the living room, he saw them.

A woman who looked just like Kate—her mother.

And beside her, her father.

He bowed slightly, introduced himself

A bit awkward, a bit shy.

Her mother chuckled.

"No need to be so nervous. Just be yourself."

His eyes flickered toward Kate.

She smiled, reached for his hand.A squeeze. A silent reassurance.

And just like that, he found peace.

Meanwhile, her parents exchanged knowing glances.

Their daughter's heart was no longer just theirs.

"IN HER ROOM"

After talking with her parents,

Kate's parents insist he stay for dinner.

While waiting, she leads him to her room.

He steps in, hesitant.

His eyes scan the space—

and land on the shelf.

Photos.

Kate, through the years.

A little girl with pigtails.

A teenager in her school uniform.

A young woman, radiant and glowing.

She catches his gaze and smiles.

One by one, she explains the stories behind each photo.

He listens, captivated.

And in that moment, she thinks—

"I really found a good man."

"DINNER WITH HER FAM"

They gathered around the dining table.

Her mother, ever hospitable,

kept piling food onto his plate.

"Eat more, dear!"

Conversations flowed,

like a friendly interrogation.

But Kate's eyes widened.

Something wasn't right.

Every dish—

spicy.

She nudged him under the table.

A silent warning.

But Angelo only smiled and kept eating.

"THE TALKS AFTER THE DINNER"

Back in her room, Kate fusses over him.

Checking his face, his lips, his expression.

"You don't handle spice well," she mutters, worried.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Angelo chuckles,

tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Because your mom made it.

Because your family loves it.

Because I wanted to make a good impression."

Her heart melts.

A man who struggles with spice,

yet swallows it all for her sake.

She laughs softly, shaking her head.

"You're really something else."

She's always found it cute—

this cute-looking guy with a sweet tooth,

who can't handle a bit of spice.

This boy—

so sweet he didn't even need dessert.

"GOODBYE KISS"

At the gate,Angelo prepares to leave.

He opens his car door—and hears Kate call his name.

He turns—and she kisses him.

A light peck. Quick, soft, warm.

"A goodbye kiss," she murmurs,her eyes twinkling.

His heart races.His smile grows.

"Have a safe trip," she adds.

He nods, still dazed,and gets into his car.

Kate waves until his car disappears.

"APPROVAL"

Kate steps back inside.

Her parents sit on the couch, waiting.

She joins them, nervous.

Her mother speaks first.

"He's a good boy."Her father nods.

"Though it's obvious he can't handle spice."

They chuckle.

"It's sweet how he ate everything

and still complimented my cooking,"

her mother muses.

Her father sighs.

"And the way he looks at you…it's genuine."

Kate's breath catches.

Her mother squeezes her hand.

"Your father and I approve."

A wave of relief washes over her.

But then her mother smirks.

"Though even if we didn't,

it's not like you'd break up, right?"

Laughter fills the room,

sealing the night with joy.

OUTRO:

The feeling of being welcomed

by your partner's family—

priceless.

The happiness lasts all day,

all night.

With his visit to her family complete…

will she visit his next?