Seventy Seven

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Sunday evening: Mrs Weston Mansion

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"How nice of you to finally show up." Mrs Weston said as Abigail walked through the doors of her mansion.

"I'm just here to pick up my kids, grandma." Abigail said, sighing tiredly. She wasn't in the mood to have a scuffle with her grandmother.

"The kids are upstairs, but first.. we need to discuss."

"On what?"

"On your marriage, of course." She shrugged wondering if there was anything that was more important. Abigail rolled her eyes.

"I was able to calm Mark down and he still wants to marry you. We can reschedule the wedding for this coming Sunday, the only thing.. is that it won't be elaborate like the last one you ruined." She paused.

Abigail was about speaking when she realize her grandmother wasn't done talking..

Mrs Weston continued, "But anyway, we need to come up with an explanation for the press, on why you ran away during your wedding. Then for the earlier invited guest we would nee