They pulled up to the restaurant amid flashing cameras. They handed the keys to the valet and made their way into the dining room. "We have reservations under Stevens." She told the host.
"Yes ma'am. The rest of your party is already at the table. Please follow me." He led the back to a private room. Lisa saw her mother and father waiting.
"Hi, I hope we haven't kept you waiting to long." Lisa said as she slid into the chair held for her.
"Not at all, dear. We wanted to try to get here a little early to beat some of the photographers. So, please start talking. Why the reservations?" Her mother said, smiling.
"Well, Mr and Mrs. Stevens, I have asked your daughter to marry me and she has agreed." Michael really was starting to sound nervous.
"So I am going to be stuck with a guy who screams and calls it music for a son? I don't know. What do you have to offer my little girl?" Her father asked.
Michael started to squirm in his seat. "I know she has money, so I can't give her that. She has the chance to do anything she wants in this life, so I can't compete with that either. I am offering her the one thing I will always have no matter what, love."
"Well, I must say you do have a way with words." Her father said. Turning to Lisa, he said to her, "Do you love him?"
"More than any other man, besides you of course." She answered.
"Well of course, I am just too lovable. Fine, I knew it was coming, but I thought you would wait. Your mother won the bet." Her father said grumpily.
"What bet?" Lisa asked looking from her mother to her father.
"Oh, no big deal. I bet a new set of dishes that you two would be engaged within a week. You father thought you would hold out for at least three weeks. Now I can get rid of those hideous dishes. Do you have a ring?" Her mother asked.
"Yes, it was Michael's mother's." Lisa showed her the ring.
"I must say, your father had excellent taste. Not too pretensions, very classy. Welcome to the family." Her mother said.
Lisa's dad looked at them both. "You couldn't wait a couple of more weeks, could you? Welcome to the family Michael. Don't call me Mr. Stevens again though. I thought we went through this last night."