"Hi, Abigail. You made it, I thought perhaps you might have had an accident, or something worse." Mark greets, a fake smile plastered on his twitching face. He was angry, beyond angry. He knew Abigail loved to put men in their place, but the situation was different, she needed him not the other way around."Funny. Really funny." Abigail let's out little fake laughters, drawing out a seat and then she sat down."Here is the menu." The waitress said passing on two menu's to Abigail and Mark. "Thank you." Abigail appreciated taking the menu from the waitress, she flipped it opened and ordered for a bottle of red wine. Abigail knew she needed lots of wine if she would be able to stay in the restaurant for the next two hours.. max. "I'm paying, you can order the whole menu if you want. Do not embarrass me by just asking for a bottle of wine." Mark gloats, grinning at her."I'm also rich. So even if I thought you couldn't pay, and I wanted the whole menu. I would buy it, and pay for it my

"It's your wedding day Abigail. Smile, at least if not for your husband but for the thousands of people that would watch your wedding and also the guest at your wedding." Stephanie said to Abigail as she helps her to adjust her veil. "If I smile, then it would mean that I am actually happy being his bride. I don't want to send the wrong signals to my grandmother." Abigail replied deepening her frown. Stephanie shakes her head chuckling.. "You are a lost cause my friend.""Anyway... I'm done. See for yourself." Stephanie announced pushing Abigail to the long wide mirror in the hotel room. Mark had rented out an hotel for the entire guest, the hotel was close to the church where the wedding ceremony would be taking place."I told you not to make me look pretty." Abigail complains, folding her hands below her boobs.Stephanie stared at her friend, feeling amused by her consistent drama. Abigail had refused to hire a professional make-up artist, cause she did not want to look beautiful

"Wow, this comments are killing me." Marcel laughed hysterically. "This one said I'm a gold digger, and this other one is calling me a man whore. I did not even know words like that existed." He shrugged, still scrolling down the comment section."Ooh, this person here.. says that you should take me to court or arrest me. This one also..""What are you doing?" Abigail asked standing up from Marcel's office couch. "I am reading comments.. I thought, it was that obvious." Marcel replied, wondering what was up with her."Yeah, I know that you are reading comments. But the question is, why? Why are you reading hateful comments that are being hurled at you?" Abigail had forsake her wedding with mark thinking that the man she loved would be in a dire situation, but he was right in front of her reading vicious comments that were meant for him and he wasn't even reading those comments with a sad face or an angry one. He was laughing his butt off, and Abigail could not understand why."I fi

"If this doesn't work out Hailey, I will kill you. Murder you, put a bullet deep into your skull, burn you.." "Woah, how many times do you want to kill me." Hailey asked raising her hands up, laughing nervously."As many times as possible." Stephanie replied, her eyes staring at her in a warning manner."Okay, relax. I can't promise you that my idea would work out, but I have faith it would. So instead of you planning on different ways to murder me, why don't you also have faith that everything works out in the end." Hailey pats her on the back, Stephanie snorts."I'm ready." Abigail said walking up to Stephanie and Hailey, she had gone to use the restroom."That's good, just know that if you have a change of mind at any giving point, I am right here to burst your ass out." Stephanie said with so much seriousness placing both her hands on Abigail's shoulder.Abigail exchanged looks with Hailey, Hailey shrugged her shoulders.. "okay best friend, calm down. I'm not going to prison, so

"Momma!!" Denise, Elise and Maurice yelled running to go greet their mother who just walked into the house. "Hey babe." Marcel greets pecking her on both her cheeks."Hey." She replied."So... how did it go?" Marcel asked her as they walked to one of the couch in the living room, the kids already returning back to their games room."It went fine. She apologized." Marcel halted, "She did what?" "Exactly! That was my initial reaction when she apologized to me." Abigail exclaimed plopping down on the couch."I was expecting her to agree to my terms and help with the company, I just never expected she would apologize to me." Abigail shakes her head still finding it hard to believe. Her grandmother doesn't come across as someone that knows the word *sorry* exist."Wow. This is really shocking." Marcel replied helping her to pull off her shoes. "Oh myyyy, that felt so good." She moaned, as Marcel gave her a slight massage on her legs."Don't do that." Marcel cautioned gazing into her ey