She fidgets the entire cab ride to the house. I want to tell her to stop being nervous, to convince her that my parents are great. But right now, she doesn't trust anyone except me. And trusting me is miraculous enough at this point.
Seeing her like this has been the worst thing I've ever experienced in my life. I've never seen her go out in public without getting dressed up until now. To the average person, hair in one of those messy bun things, no make up and wearing one of my oversized college hoodies with leggings would be normal. For Tiffany, it's not. She looks amazingly beautiful to me no matter what. But she looks tired and defeated and right now, nervous.
I pull her hand to my lips and kiss her palm. "Relax, baby. It's gonna be fine."