Violette: Mom, you fight criminals for a living. You can get married.
Lilac: I guess you’re right. I’m getting nervous over nothing.
Violette: There you go.
Violette: Mom, you fight criminals for a living. You can get married.
Lilac: I guess you’re right. I’m getting nervous over nothing.
Violette: There you go.
Violette: This is the seventeenth time you’ve ask me to retie your bow.
Lilac: I know, I know. I just have to be certain, you know?
Violette: Wait, are you nervous?
Lilac: What? I’m not nervous!
Violette: Yes you are, Mom. I can smell fear.
Lilac: Sure…
Twizzle: You’ll do fine, Mom. You look beautiful.
Rosemary: Thank you. Gosh I feel so old.
Twizzle: You’re not old, Mom.
Rosemary: Are you sure my hair will stay, Twiz?
Twizzle: Yes, Mom. There’s two whole things of bobby pins, and I sprayed it with hair spray twice. You’re good.
Rosemary: Oh, I’m just nervous. I’ve waited so long for today. What if I mess something up?
Happy Holidays From The Blisses!
Rosemary: I told you it would work!
Violette: Hehe! Mistletoe works every time.
Twizzle: Was that ok?
Acai: More than ok. Maybe your sister is right. Would you like to go out sometime, maybe? I just don’t want to take things too fast.
Twizzle: I’d love to.