Lizzie went down the stairs, holding the skirt of her dress high so she wouldn’t trip on it. When she reached the bottom of the steps, she heard a sound from the living room.
Walking into the living room, she saw her father standing there in his suit.
She stopped in her tracks and said, “Well, don’t you look handsome tonight?”
He looked at her, and his mouth dropped open.
Taking a step toward her, he asked, “Where did my little girl go?”
He held out his arms, and she ran into them, hugging him.
“I’m still here, Daddy,” she told him. “Just in a different package tonight.”
He held her for a moment longer, then released her, stepping back to look at her.
“You look lovely tonight,” he told her, his eyes shining. “Deon won’t know what hit him.”
Pausing a moment, he added,
