Crystal and Caleb walked in ahead, silently holding hands. The entire theme of the party was nothing like what she had read on the card secretly, and she was grateful to Caleb for the dress. She looked at him and smiled brilliantly.
"Did I get you smiling like that?" Caleb asked in a hushed tone.
"Sure did." Crystal bit her lower lip trying to hold the smirk, "Your unkempt face looks good."
"And you are here with this unkempt face," Caleb pouted, "too sad, you have poor choices in men."
Before Crystal could come up with a comeback a man's loud voice caught their attention.
"Oh-hohoho," the old Mr. Baker said, "If it isn't my favorite Fitzgerald."
"Hi Mr. Bakers." Caleb smiled.
