Abigail’s POV
The next day, I woke up early and dressed like I was preparing for battle. When I came out of my room, Elijah was already dressed and waiting for me in the living room.
He looked up as I entered, his eyes widening slightly. “You look...” he trailed off, his gaze traveling from my head to my toes.
“Beautiful,” he finally said.
I felt a blush spread across my cheeks, the heat rising as I tucked a few stray strands of hair behind my ear.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
Elijah smiled, gesturing toward the front door. “So, shall we?”
I nodded, grabbing my coat from the chair and heading out the door, Elijah following close behind.
As we left our apartment, I felt a sense of determination settle over me.
The night before, I had shown Elijah the pictures I’d carefully take
