"It's your wedding day Abigail. Smile, at least if not for your husband but for the thousands of people that would watch your wedding and also the guest at your wedding." Stephanie said to Abigail as she helps her to adjust her veil. "If I smile, then it would mean that I am actually happy being his bride. I don't want to send the wrong signals to my grandmother." Abigail replied deepening her frown. Stephanie shakes her head chuckling.. "You are a lost cause my friend.""Anyway... I'm done. See for yourself." Stephanie announced pushing Abigail to the long wide mirror in the hotel room. Mark had rented out an hotel for the entire guest, the hotel was close to the church where the wedding ceremony would be taking place."I told you not to make me look pretty." Abigail complains, folding her hands below her boobs.Stephanie stared at her friend, feeling amused by her consistent drama. Abigail had refused to hire a professional make-up artist, cause she did not want to look beautiful
“Marcel! I have to go to Marcel, right now!!” Abigail shrieked, her whole body in panic mode.“Calm down, and I got you.” Stephanie said to her patting her back. Stephanie brings out a scissors from her bag, and hurriedly cut off the down part of Abigail’s wedding gown.“Stop what you are doing, Stephanie. Stop it this instant!!” Mrs Weston growled, marching towards the alter.“I’m sorry Mrs Weston, but if my bestie wants to see her man.. then her man she gets to see.” Stephanie replied dropping her scissors back in her bag. Somehow she knew it would come in handy and that was why she brought it along, just incase a certain bride needed to run away.“Abigail, let’s go.” Stephanie stretched out her hand, smiling at her friend.“No, she’s not going anyway. You are not going to leave me on the alter, Abigail!” Mark yelled.Abigail turns to stare at him, grinning… “Watch me.” She claims Stephanie outstretched hand, and together they ran out of the church, hailed a taxi and got in.“Take
"Wow, this comments are killing me." Marcel laughed hysterically. "This one said I'm a gold digger, and this other one is calling me a man whore. I did not even know words like that existed." He shrugged, still scrolling down the comment section."Ooh, this person here.. says that you should take me to court or arrest me. This one also..""What are you doing?" Abigail asked standing up from Marcel's office couch. "I am reading comments.. I thought, it was that obvious." Marcel replied, wondering what was up with her."Yeah, I know that you are reading comments. But the question is, why? Why are you reading hateful comments that are being hurled at you?" Abigail had forsake her wedding with mark thinking that the man she loved would be in a dire situation, but he was right in front of her reading vicious comments that were meant for him and he wasn't even reading those comments with a sad face or an angry one. He was laughing his butt off, and Abigail could not understand why."I fi
***************************Sunday evening: Mrs Weston Mansion****************************"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
"If this doesn't work out Hailey, I will kill you. Murder you, put a bullet deep into your skull, burn you.." "Woah, how many times do you want to kill me." Hailey asked raising her hands up, laughing nervously."As many times as possible." Stephanie replied, her eyes staring at her in a warning manner."Okay, relax. I can't promise you that my idea would work out, but I have faith it would. So instead of you planning on different ways to murder me, why don't you also have faith that everything works out in the end." Hailey pats her on the back, Stephanie snorts."I'm ready." Abigail said walking up to Stephanie and Hailey, she had gone to use the restroom."That's good, just know that if you have a change of mind at any giving point, I am right here to burst your ass out." Stephanie said with so much seriousness placing both her hands on Abigail's shoulder.Abigail exchanged looks with Hailey, Hailey shrugged her shoulders.. "okay best friend, calm down. I'm not going to prison, so
"That was awesome!" Hailey and Stephanie both yelled in excitement, as Marcel and Abigail walked out of the production room."Really? It was?" Abigail asked smiling."Are you kidding? Of course it was freaking amazing!!" Stephanie yelled."Yes it was. And when you talked about how my brother defended you or how he took you out for some streets foods, and also how you ran out of your own wedding only thinking about him and not the company, or anything else.. all those, was the highlight for me. I almost shed tears." Hailey clapped her hands, excitement etched on her face."My own highlight, was when it was revealed that Abigail confessed her feelings first. I was like, wow.. I didn't know my best friend had it in her." Stephanie teased hitting Abigail slightly on her shoulder. "I think every single part of that beautiful love story, was an highlight." Emilia commented standing behind them. Abigail turns around, "thank you for having us, Emilia. Thank you so much." "Yes, it's all tha
"Momma!!" Denise, Elise and Maurice yelled running to go greet their mother who just walked into the house. "Hey babe." Marcel greets pecking her on both her cheeks."Hey." She replied."So... how did it go?" Marcel asked her as they walked to one of the couch in the living room, the kids already returning back to their games room."It went fine. She apologized." Marcel halted, "She did what?" "Exactly! That was my initial reaction when she apologized to me." Abigail exclaimed plopping down on the couch."I was expecting her to agree to my terms and help with the company, I just never expected she would apologize to me." Abigail shakes her head still finding it hard to believe. Her grandmother doesn't come across as someone that knows the word *sorry* exist."Wow. This is really shocking." Marcel replied helping her to pull off her shoes. "Oh myyyy, that felt so good." She moaned, as Marcel gave her a slight massage on her legs."Don't do that." Marcel cautioned gazing into her ey
"Why won't you go visit your parents?" Abigail asked standing at the door of their master's bedroom.Marcel who was buttoning his shirt, getting ready to go to his club paused.. "Hailey told you?" "Does it matter?" "I don't want to go see them, because I don't want my dad getting on my nerves, any more than he already did." Abigail entered the room, walking over to where he was.. she helped him with the remaining undone buttons in his shirt. "I am sure he won't get on your nerves this time. I'm sure your parents just wants to see their grandchildren, and probably make amends with you."When Marcel did not say a word she continued.."You know, the kids have been asking if you don't have parents and if you do, why can't they meet them. I really do think it's time for them to meet their grandparents." Abigail finished off, her eyes pleading. Marcel sighs, "I will think about it. But first, I need to head over to twenty one plus, and supervise the second opening of the club. When I ge