C142 'is Uncle Fred My Godfather?'

Soon, he lifted his hand and caressed my hair, dispelling the awkwardness. He patted my head and said softly, "Let's go, Dolly came to our table to look for you just now."

"Alright." Dolly was the flower boy today. Dahlia and Flinn had to toast and accept her blessings. Dolly was introverted. Other than her parents, she was the only one I was familiar with