Abby It’s been a couple more days since Karl and I spent that surprisingly enjoyable day at the food drive and the subsequent stroll through the holiday market. The memories of our time together linger in my mind, a mix of warmth and nostalgia. I’m grateful for the brief moments of connection, b
Abby The mention of a ‘special guest’ from Karl catches me off guard, and I can’t help but shoot him a perplexed look. “A special guest?” I echo, a hint of disbelief lacing my voice. “Who is it?” Karl chuckles softly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Abby, it’s you. You’re the special guest.”
As we entered the beautifully decorated living room, it felt like stepping into a winter wonderland. The towering Christmas tree glistened with ornaments and lights, and garlands of evergreen adorned the grand staircase. Soft, festive music filled the air, and the room was aglow with the warm light
Abby Karl’s raised eyebrow tells me that my suggestion has taken him by surprise. “A masquerade party?” he asks, his voice filled with skepticism. “I don’t know, Abby. That’s a strange request, at least for a holiday party.” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. The memory of our first Chris
Karl laughs, his arms wrapping around me. “You had better be right, Abby,” he murmurs into my hair. “Otherwise you’ll be in for trouble afterwards.” His words make my heart skip a beat. I pull away ever so slightly, our lips almost touching as we look at each other. For a moment, it’s like we’re m
Abby I arrive at the shopping center in the neighboring town, and the excitement bubbling inside me is almost palpable. The dress at the Alpha gathering reminded me just how much I used to love getting dressed up for fancy occasions. After Karl and I got divorced, the most I would really ever ge
I have savings, of course, but not enough to last forever. And with my restaurant being closed lately, I’ve been dipping into those savings. Buying a luxury gown and Venetian mask isn’t the wisest decision right now, but I just try to have faith that my restaurant will reopen soon and everything wil
Abby For a few long moments, I just sit there, my eyes wide with shock. My hands are so tightly wrapped around the steering wheel that my knuckles are pure white, and it takes almost all of my strength and willpower to peel my fingers back and release my grip on the wheel. “Okay,” I whisper with