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Sabrina was feeling the nerves. Meeting your parents wasn’t something she took lightly, especially knowing they were excited not just to meet you, their daughter’s girlfriend, but *Sabrina Carpenter*, the singer.

You noticed her fidgeting as you walked up the path. "Hey," you whispered, squeezing her hand. "You good?"

Sabrina looked at you and gave a small smile, but you could tell she was trying to keep cool. "I’m good, I just… What if I say something dumb? Or what if they’re expecting me to, like, perform a whole concert at the dinner table?"

You laughed softly and shook your head. "They love you already, I promise. Just be yourself."

The front door opened, and before you could even knock, your mom rushed out with a huge smile. "Sabrina! It’s so good to finally meet you!" She wrapped Sabrina in a warm hug, completely breaking any tension.

Your dad followed, offering a handshake and a big grin. "We’re so happy to have you here, Sabrina! And, yeah, we’re fans, not gonna lie."

Sabrina chuckled, a bit of her shyness fading. "Thank you so much for having me. I’ve really been looking forward to this."

As you all sat down to dinner, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Your parents asked Sabrina about her latest tour and upcoming projects, but they were just as interested in her favorite shows, her love of cooking, and how you two spent time together.

Then, your dad leaned in with a smile. "Sabrina, we know how much you’ve got going on… how do you make time for our daughter?"

Sabrina paused, then smiled softly, her voice genuine. "Honestly? I make time for her because she’s the most important thing to me. She helps me stay grounded when everything else is chaotic. I wouldn’t want to do life without her."

Your parents exchanged a look, clearly touched by her sincerity. Your mom reached across the table, squeezing Sabrina’s hand. "Well, Sabrina, you’re family now. We’re just so happy she has you."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and warmth, and by the time dessert rolled around, Sabrina was no longer the singer they admired—she was the woman they were overjoyed to welcome into their family.

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