Jean finished getting dressed and combed through her hair before braiding it loosely to the side over her shoulder. "Well trust me, my eyes do not compare. She is beautiful. And so graceful! I'm like a duck next to her swan." She laughed. Looking back at him she raised a hand to his face. "I can feel your eyes you know. Behind the glasses and the visor. I can always feel them."
With a sigh she shook her head. "All right, but don't say I didn't warn you! Hey let's kill two birds with one stone. Father of the Bride is Elizabeth Taylor and a comedy!"