"That's alright. I'll be rocking a tux, assuming I can figure out how to rent one that doesn't look awful."
Harold pointed at his son. "I remember taking you for you first tux, your junior prom."
"Yeah, that was an experience."
I sipped my beer. "I've never done it before, so I'm not sure what to expect."
Mr. Winterburg looked at me thoughtfully. "When were you planning on going?"
"Probably Monday morning, before I head out to the warehouse for the day."
"Well, if you want some company, I'd be happy to join you. I'll even treat for lunch afterwards."
I was dumbfounded. "Sure. I'd, um, I'd like that."
- Aly -
I kept glancing outside to where my dad and Grandpa were sitting with Taylor, trying to get a read on their facial expressions.
"Alyssa Winterberg, you are going to slice up
