Bree rolled her eyes when Ali told her the boy was "almost 18".  She was going to get herself into a world of trouble that way, and Bree knew it.<br/><br/>"Ali, I'm just not you, I can't just saunter up to a boy and say , 'Hey, I want you', that's not me. Mr. Right will come along when the time is right. I know it." Still she knew that Ali was right, that she was pretty, but not a knock out like Ali was.<br/><br/>As they drove up, she parked the car and got out. "Ok, here we go. Ready?" Bree walked in first and went to the front desk. "Hi we're here to see Mr. Summers." They were then escorted to a pair of desks and told to wait, he was in a meeting and would be with them shortly.<br/><br/>"Wonder what he's like, hope he's nice.", she whispered, hoping he wasn't some bull whip snapper.