If there was one thing that could be remembered as your trademark, it was how bad your taste in men was. Honestly, you could have lost count of how many times Fiona had reprimanded you by bringing in men who looked like the vocabulary of red flags, or how many times Debbie took a quiz that could easily be administered by police officers.

That was until you met him. Your newest love.

You swallowed hard, knowing it was foolish to give in and let your boyfriend meet your family, but it couldn't hurt to try. You fixed your already messy hair, and turned to your boyfriend who had a warm smile on your kissable lips.

"Fiona!" You yelled as you opened the door, her older sister opened the door with a typical smile, but her jaw soon twisted into a frown when she saw a man standing next to her. "Who is?"