Always.

"What about the flowers?!" Seth yelled, running around the house as if he was possessed. Oh, he was possessed alright. Possessed by the need to make sure everything was perfect.

Over the past week, he had learned so much about proposals, his head was heavy and filled with ideas. He'd come up with a plan to charm Isabella and get her to say yes. But then his plan got thwarted because a little birdie told him Isabella was coming to LA that day.

He had wanted to pass out when Anna called him saying Isabella was arriving that day. He wasn't ready! Heck, his mother hadn't brought the flowers yet and Isabella's mom was struggling to hang balloons on the wall of the living room.

"Gahhhhh!" He yelled, yanking at his freshly combed hair.

"Stop that right now! It took me an hour to make it perfect!" Nate yelled from behind him and Seth shot him a glare.

"How about you focus on ironing the suit instead?!" He replied.

"How about you iron your suit yourself! I'm not some fucking Valet. I have