You were under the impression that Six was only there to keep watch over your little sister. Claire, not you. Your uncle knew you were mature enough because hell, you practically raised Claire.

You were getting ready, finishing your makeup and making sure your dress was perfect and then putting on your shoes- as you walked to grab your car keys you heard a voice.

"So.. where are you going? Cuz as far as your uncles orders, I cant let you leave." Six said from behind you.