"How do you even know how to do these things?" Abigail waited for Gianna to provide her with some answers but the older woman kept silent, her reflection through the mirror had her smiling sheepishly.
She weaved her hair into some locks and tied them into some bundle leaving the rest of her hair falling down her back.
"Your hair is done, and goodness knows just how much beauty you have. You are literally gorgeous and you are not done, " she complimented, making Abigail flustered.
"I can't be as beautiful as you say and besides you are trying to make me feel less anxious about today."
"Oh dear, you are more beautiful than what I described, I am not just flattering you. Truly you are both inside and out. Also, don't be nervous Elliot would be by your side."
Abigail listened to her but
