Abbygail
I make my way to the ballroom, my maroon gown making a swooping sound as I walk along the tiled floor. But, unfortunately, this isn't the type of formal event I attend.
No, I'm not interested in feeding the hungry or helping the less fortunate. I've done my time living that life.
"Ma'am," a young man dressed in a tuxedo greets me at the door, opening it for me.
I nod at him and hurriedly enter, searching for the one person I can't wait to meet. I pause for a moment when my eyes settle on Rick. He's chatting in the corner with a young man. I think his name is Ben.
I purse my lips as I turn in the opposite direction.
Should I think twice about doing this?
Who is afraid of their son's wrath?
Not me.
I push my perfect hair upward.
I did what he wanted.
Now, it's time to do
