They pulled up to the restaurant amid flashing cameras. They handed the keys to the valet and made their way into the dining room. "We have reservations under Stevens." She told the host.

"Yes ma'am. The rest of your party is already at the table. Please follow me." He led the back to a private room. Lisa saw her mother and father waiting.

"Hi, I hope we haven't kept you waiting to long." Lisa said as she slid into the chair held for her.

"Not at all, dear. We wanted to try to get here a little early to beat some of the photographers. So, please start talking. Why the reservations?" Her mother said, smiling.

"Well, Mr and Mrs. Stevens, I have asked your daughter to marry me and she has agreed." Michael really was starting to sound nervous.

"So I am going to be stuck with a guy who screams and calls it music for a son? I don't know. What do you have to offer my little girl?" Her father asked.

Michael started to squirm in his seat. "I know she has money, so I can't give her that. She has the chance to do anything she wants in this life, so I can't compete with that either. I am offering her the one thing I will always have no matter what, love."