Abby “Oh, Abby, you look…” “I don’t know, guys,” I say, pursing my lips as I turn left and right in front of the tall mirror. “Something about the skirt is just throwing me off.” Chloe and Leah tilt their heads in unison, both gazing at me from the plush little wedding gown shop couch. The sun
“Yeah,” Leah adds. “Abby, the wedding is only a couple of months away, and you’ll be having the baby just a few months after that, too. You really need to make a decision before it’s too late.” I feel myself blanch under their stern gazes. “It’s never too late,” I say with a nervous chuckle. “I me
Abby Karl walks briskly up to me and grabs me by my shoulders, his eyes searching my face. “What happened?” he asks as he eyes me nervously. “Are you okay?” “I just, uh… I almost passed out,” I admit. “I guess I turned around too fast and got pretty lightheaded.” Karl looks at me for a few l
Abby As soon as Karl and I step into the quaint lobby of the little roadside motel, we’re greeted by a wave of nostalgia. The vanilla-scented candles, the soft amber lighting, the Persian rugs on the hardwood floors. It’s like stepping back in time. “Hello,” an old woman wearing a pair of wire
“Well, as long as you like it, then I like it,” he said. He looked around then and his gaze landed on the ornate wooden headboard. “I’m not sure about the furniture, though. It’s a bit much for my tastes.” I smirked and tangled my fingers in his hair. “You’ll change your mind once we break the bed
Abby The sound of music fills the space as I carefully fold my clothes and place them neatly in a large suitcase. “You’re sure you don’t want this?” Chloe asks, turning away from the mirror. She’s wearing one of my heavier winter jackets, a vintage wool piece that suits her really well. “Yeah,
Vanessa grins. “I’d love to.” … A few minutes later, we’re all sitting around the kitchen island with wine glasses in hand. I can’t drink for obvious reasons, so I’m sipping on a cup of tea. Vanessa has removed her trench coat to reveal one of her usual fabulous outfits; she’s like a work of a
Karl “What should I do with this, Sir?” I look up to see one of the servants standing over me, holding a box of books. Upon looking through the books, I can see that they’re titles I’ll never read again, so I shrug and wave my hand. “You can add it to the donation pile,” I say, indicating a pi