I was panicking a little bit as I looked in the mirror. I fixed my dress and Frank sighed, holding my hips from behind. I wore a short black dress that was a little fancy but still thankfully casual enough.

"You look gorgeous," he said.

Frank put the diamond necklace around my neck and I smiled softly.

"This is beautiful," I said.

"Eh, it's only okay compared to you," he said.

I smiled softly and he kissed my cheek.

"It's gonna be okay," he said. "It's just dinner, why are you worrying so much?"

"Because our families haven't met each other before," I said. "What if they hate each other and we turn into Romeo and Juliet."

"Well, if that happens then I call dibs on Juliet," Frank said.

I couldn't help but smile. "You do act like a princess."

"Do I?" He asked. "I don't."

"You couldn't even get mud on your shoes," I said.

"Not a princess," he denied.

I smiled and looked at him in the mirror. He wore a pair of black slacks with a black button up, black tie and black suit jacket.

"You look good," I said.

Frank smirked and turned me around, pressing me up against the wall. I whimpered, my breath hitching as I looked at him.

"You look good too, Babydoll, I just don't wanna keep my hands off of you," he said.

I kissed him roughly, my hands dangling into his hair. Frank pulled my hips against his but we were interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck," he muttered.

Frank pulled away, walking downstairs. I fixed my dress before quickly hurrying after him. We opened the door and I smiled when I saw my parents.

"Oh wow, this place is amazing," my mom said.

I have them both hugs and she smiled.

"Frank, this house is absolutely gorgeous," my mom said.

"Would you like the grand tour?" Frank asked.

"Of course I would," my mom said.

We showed them around the house and they kept looking around in shock.

"Wow, is this the queen of England's house?" My dad asked.

Frank snorted. "You two are welcome to visit any time you want. Even if you just wanna invite friends over to use our pool for a little party or something."

"You have two pools and you live on a lake," my mom stayed.

"I was not part of the pool decisions," he said with a small chuckle. "That was my mom."

"I didn't know someone could have so many pools," my dad said.

Frank chuckled and glanced at his phone.

"My mom was stuck in some traffic but she should be here soon," he said.

"Are you cooking?" My mom asked.

"No, I've got some chefs," he said. "They're actually some French chefs, they're cooking the same thing that Gee and I had on our first night out in Paris."

"I want to hear more about that," my mom said. "It sounds amazing."

"It was until the plane ride home," I said.

"Must've been terrifying," she said. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Frankie saved my life," I said.

I kissed his cheek and he smiled. The front door opened and Linda walked in.

"Hey, Gee," she said, giving me a hug.

"Hi, Linda," I said.

She gave Frank a hug, kissing his cheek.

"Hi, I'm Donna," my mom said. "This is Donald."

"Hi, I'm Linda," she said.

They shook hands and I smiled.

"I'm gonna go check on dinner," Frank said. "It should be done any minute now. You wanna take them to the dining room, Baby."

I nodded with a small blush and they followed me to the dining room.

"Wow, that's a pretty chandelier," my mom remarked, looking at the beautiful crystals hanging from the ceiling. "How much was that?"

"Oh, I don't know, it was so long ago when I got it," Linda said.

We sat around the table, Linda next to me and my parents across from me. The head of the table next to me left empty for Frank.

"So you moved out and Frank kept the house?" My mom asked. "I haven't heard of that happening before."

"Well, the family business is really just run from home and it would be too hard to move the business so I just moved out and got a house with my in-laws and Frank kept the house," she explained.

Frank came in from the kitchen with wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. I smiled when I saw that he had five glasses, one for me too. He poured us all drinks before sitting at the head of the table.

"Alright, dinner will be out in a moment," Frank said. "They're just finishing up. And for dessert I got a little surprise for Gee."

"What is it?" I asked eagerly.

"Tarte tatin," He said.

I squealed happily, kissing his cheek.

"You've been begging for that since you were in high school," my mom said.

"We had it in Paris and it was so good," I said.

Servers came out with plates for each of us and I smiled.

"Thank you," I said.

"Wow, fancy," my dad remarked.

I smiled at Frank, the memories of Paris all washing back to me with the smell of the food. Although the trip home was terrifying, I loved being in Paris so much. Maybe it would even be worth it to go on a plane again just to move to Paris like Frank and I had talked about.

"Do you travel a lot, Frank?" My mom asked.

"Not usually out of the country," Frank said. "But when I do I typically just go to Italy."

"That sounds really interesting," she said. "Do you have family there?"

"Yeah, there's a lot of the Iero family up in Italy," he said.

"A lot of our family is still there, Frank's dad's side of the family made it here just before World War One started and my family moved here from Italy after World War Two."

"Really?" I asked. "I didn't know that. That's really interesting."

I ate happily, smiling at the familiar delicious taste.

"And you own a bakery now?" My mom asked. "Gee was telling us about how he got a job there."

"Yeah, I run a little bakery," she said. "You guys should come by if you ever need anything, everything is on the house for family."

"You're so sweet," my mom said.

I smiled, relieved that our parents actually seemed to get along. I don't really know what I was so nervous about in the first place.

"Frankie, we should bring them with us on the yacht one day," Linda said.

"You have a yacht?!" I gasped.

"Yeah, it's alright," Frank said with a small shrug.

"Alright," my dad mocked.

Frank chuckled, shaking his head.

"We'll take you guys out, have a little party with both our families," he said.

"That sounds perfect," I agreed. "It'll be fun."

I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss. I giggled, blushing as I looked down.

"So, Frank, did you go to college?" My dad asked.

"No, I went straight into the family business," he said. "I would've probably gotten a degree in business or something like that if I had gone."

"What are you planning on doing with your art degree, Gee?" Linda asked.

"I wanna try and work for people," I said. "Like as an artist for Disney or Cartoon Network or something like that. I wanna be a comic book artist or an animator, I love art."

"I think that would be so nice," Linda said. "And I would love to see some of your art one day."

"He's amazing," Frank said. "He's probably the best artist that I've ever seen."

I blushed, shaking my head.

"You are," Frank insisted. "He is, he's absolutely amazing. He does these drawings and it's just, like, it blows my mind because it's just so good."

I giggled, looking over at him as I bit my lip.

"You're so nice," I said.

"Well, it's all true," he said.

I ate happily as everyone talked.

"And when we go back to Italy this summer then we're gonna take Frank's grandparents and they might move there," Linda said, continuing on from what she was saying before.

"You're going to Italy this summer?" I asked, looking at Frank.

"Yeah, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go," he said.

"Oh, I don't know if I wanna go on a plane again," I mumbled.

"That's alright if you don't want to go, I understand," He said, reaching over to hold my hand. "I won't be gone long, just a week maybe."

I nodded and he gave my hand a small squeeze before he pulled away to continue eating.

"They want to move back to Italy?" My mom asked curiously.

"Yeah, they were both born there and they're just more comfortable there," Linda said. "They just kind of want to go back to their home back in Italy."

"Oh, well, I wish them the best of luck," my mom said.

"Speaking of," Linda continued, "Gee, Do you think you'll be able to look over the bakery on your own while we're gone? The chefs will help you if you need it but I can get a friend of mine to take over if you want."

"No, I think I'll be able to do it," I said.

She smiled and servers came to grab our plates when we finished. "Oh wow, this is amazing," my mom said when she took a bite of the dessert.

"So, What was the best part about Paris?" My dad asked.

"I think it was when we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower all alone looking over the city and we didn't come down until the sun started to rise," I said.

"That sounds so romantic," my mom said.

"It was," I said.

Well, except for the part where Frank fucked me but that was still good too.

"Yeah, I would love to be able to take Gee there again," Frank said.

"Maybe if we go by boat," I said.

Frank chuckled and when we were done we all sat around the living room with our wine. I sat beside Frank and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Eventually the night grew even later and everyone left. Frank and I went upstairs and I whined as I laid down on the bed.

"I'm so tired," I mumbled.

Frank smiled, pulling off my shoes. He pulled off my dress and put a t-shirt onto me. It was only a few minutes before I eventually fell asleep.