"What are you doing here?" Ursula questioned as she ran her gaze on Abigail's dress.
She wasn't putting on the silver backless dress she had seen on her yesterday. Although, that stiletto must have been from yesterday. Yet the question was left unanswered. "Abigail." She called sternly watching as a small smile spread across Abigail's face.
"Mrs. Ursula, you're here," Abigail mentioned, taking a step to Ursula who was still on her stern gaze at her. All of a sudden, Ursula already resumed hating her. Rather, she had always hated her without realizing it. "You look good."
"That wasn't the question I asked," she fired almost interrupting her.
Abigail raised her purse for Ursula to see. "I just bought this purse for your wedding anniversary; I forgot it here and couldn't even find a night
