Alina’s (the customer) point of view

Her parents?! The only thing that kept me from running around in circles like a sugar infused toddler was the hopeful look on Donatella's face. I stared at her nervously, “What if they dont like me?! What if we don't get along?! What if - ” Donatella stopped my nervous tyrade by putting her hand over my mouth. Which I was tempted to lick. “It’s okay. You'll be fine. I'll be with you. And I already told them a little about you they love you already.” I calmed down a little. I removed her hand from my mouth, “Wait, what exactly did you say to them?” She gave me an innocent smile, “I may have called them last night and told them about how you protected me from that drunk.” Oh no. By how much Donatella exaggerates there going to be expecting a superhuman. I took a deep breath, “Okay, I can work with that.” Donatella squealed and dragged me out of the door and into the car. Grabbing our coats on the way out.