"How do I look? Is my hair okay? What about the dress?" You ask Castle nervously, fidgeting with your hair and the hem of your dress.

"You look gorgeous." He smiles truthfully. "Don't worry, they'll love you." He tries to reassure you, taking your hand in his and knocking at the front door of his apartment.

As you enter, Alexis, his sixteen year-old daughter, and Martha, his mother, greet you with a cheerful welcome.