I walked around, with Dylan holding my waist. People were trying to get my attention from all directions.
I was feeling overwhelmed, but every time I was about to give up, Dylan would give my waist a squeeze.
He was trying to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. I knew it would be, but I still couldn't drop the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.
After shaking many people's hands and hugging a few others, Dylan dragged us inside the house.
"How are you feeling?" Dylan asked me. He looked like a hyper little kid. I could tell he was proud, and I shared the sentiment.
"A little overwhelmed, but other than that, I am really happy," I replied honestly.
"It'll get better. Right now everyone wants to be around you. Once they see you more often, they will calm down—
