As soon as Mark wrapped his arms around her, Abigail broke down entirely. Sobbing against him, she just cried. And Mark held on to her for a good few minutes, as she just cried against him.Eventually, Abigail's sobs passed, and turned to sniffles. Eventually, those passed as well. But Mark held on to her through the entire thing. Until eventually, she was too tired and drained to keep standing.Mark seemed to sense her exhaustion, and guided her back onto the rock, and sat down beside her. He grabbed his jacket and threw it over the both of them, cradling her against him. He kept both arms around her the entire time.They sat for a long time in silence, though it didn't feel oppressive at all. It felt, oddly comforting, just sitting there with him.The breeze had picked up a little, but Mark had nestled her inside his jacket, and pressed against his chest, she didn't even feel the cold."I'm sorry for my assumptions," Mark said, eventually. "That would have been very wrong of me
Abigail woke early for breakfast the next morning and managed to join her father for breakfast, on time, in the right room.Neither Olivia nor Charlotte were present, and Abigail frowned."This was why I asked you to be punctual," Adam smiled at his daughter. "Neither of them are capable of showing up on time, and I thought it would be nice to have a few moments alone with you."Abigail beamed and sat down next to her father.Their few minutes turned out to be half an hour. And they spent the entire thirty minutes talking. Abigail and Adam spoke over each other at times, trying to get the other to get to know them. They spoke excitedly, animatedly, over anything and everything. One topic overlapped with another, and they barely ate their breakfast.Adam asked about her studies and her future plans. If she would be going back to work on Monday to the flower shop. Adam also told her he needed to speak with her again, to sort out some of the admin work of her staying there with him.
Later that day, Adam summoned Abigail to his office."There are just some things we need to sort out," Adam told his daughter as he motioned for her to sit down in the chair in front of his desk. "Like I said, some life formalities.""What do you mean?" Abigail asked her father, confused.She sat down on the sofa he offered her, in front of a roaring fire. And she glanced to the three huge ring binders on the table."Before I show you these," Adam said, placing his hand on one of the binders. "I need you to understand something. If you are at all like me, you would be much too proud to take a hand out. And I need you to understand that this is not what that is."Abigail made to object, already guessing her father was going to give her access to more money than she'd ever had in her entire life."Please, Abigail," Adam held up a hand. "If your mother had gone to the courts, and demanded child support for you as you were growing up, would you have called her a golddigger? Would you
Abigail took one minute. One full minute to herself to breathe properly. She drew in a deep breath and exhaled. She did this several times over until she felt she had complete mastery over herself.She wasn't even angry. She had expected some more treachery. Maybe not this soon, and maybe not like this, but more treachery she had been expecting. And here it was. The very next day. So Abigail was not even really angry.But Abigail was worried. Because this was a very real problem that needed to be solved.Abigail glanced at the dresses. She had absolutely no dresses in her closet that she could choose. And she had no access to her money that her father had given her just yet. All she had to choose from were the dresses that Olivia had given her.And she absolutely could not miss this party. Not after her father had been so kind and generous to her yesterday. Not after they had finally gotten on the right footing with each other. She could not afford to take a single step back in the
Abigail watched calmly, stepping back slightly, as Olivia had her temper tantrum. She spotted Mark, out of the corner of her eye, making his way over to her."You stole that dress from me!" Olivia screamed, on the verge of tears as she clung to her own pearl necklace, as though she'd been personally attacked. "And look how you've ruined it! That was not like that when I gave it to you!"Mark knew of the torture she had already endured at the hands of her new family, and she guessed that he had put together, roughly, what was happening, and he looked ready to jump in. But Abigail waved him with a discreet motion of her hand, and Mark stopped in his tracks, watching anxiously.Abigail briefly wondered why Mark was even here, but she had no time to linger on that thought, given her sister having a full on enraged episode in the middle of what Abigail assumed was the dance floor."Are you done?" Abigail asked calmly, as Olivia finished screaming about her stealing the dresses from her.
After her father's announcement, Lyall came over to her almost immediately."Abigail!" He exclaimed, a broad smile on his face, "Congratulations."Lyall leaned in towards her and placed a light peck on her cheek, and Abigail stumbled a little. When had they become such close friends?"Oh," Abigail struggled to think, as Lyall stood next to her, his hand on her back. "Thank you, I guess."She tried to side-step him, but there was someone to the left of her, and her dress was a little bulky. So she waited for the woman to pass."Abigail," Lyall said to her again, before she could make a clean escape from his side. "Would you do me the honor of a dance?"And for the first time that night, Abigail silently cursed her sister's absence. Maybe Olivia was good for one thing, after all. Keeping Lyall away from her."Sure," Abigail agreed, thinking the best way out of this would be through on torturous dance.Lyall led her to the dance floor, that was already occupied with so many couple
Abigail woke with her alarm again, though she'd set it a few times to make sure she was up by breakfast. She didn't want to have such an amazing night wasted simply because she couldn't wake up the next morning and be on time for her breakfast with her father.She also knew that if she was on time, neither Olivia nor Charlotte would be there, and she would get some time with him alone before either of them arrived. Then she would be able to make an exit if they did appear, without having lost any valuable time with her father.She really couldn't imagine what kind of mood they might be in, after everything that had happened last night at the party.Though Abigail was very far from feeling guilty, everything that had happened to Olivia had been her own doing. She would simply have to be a big girl and deal with the consequences of her actions. And if that meant she couldn't inherit the company because she couldn't behave like a sane adult, then Olivia should just be grateful that she
Abigail decided there was absolutely no way she was going to get any more work done in the state she was in. At least not in this office. So she gathered up the three files she had been given, and started heading for her room.She had been walking for five minutes already, when she realized that she'd been heading in entirely the wrong direction. She'd been heading for the garden.Though the weather today was better than it had been when she'd gone outside the last time in a state of emotion, she didn't think it was best to take such sensitive information with her. So she headed to her room, deposited the files, and then headed out to the garden.There was a light breeze, but nothing too damaging, and Abigail decided to walk on the other side of the grounds. Places she hadn't yet been.The manicured lands didn't hold much interest to her, though, and she quickly went past them. Soon, she was in forested area again. She wondered if her father had left the trees at the edge of his pr
The next three hours were a rush of madness.Olivia, heightened beyond belief by happiness, had taken over every duty that Charlotte had been entrusted with. And pulled everything off with an amazing style. Olivia worked best when goodness and selfishness could be found in one thing. And Abigail marrying Mark was the perfect combination.Charlotte herself had been relegated to her bedroom, kept under watchful eye of security and wait staff. She would be allowed out for the ceremony, because her absence would have caused more harm than good, but then she would be taken right back, under the guise of exhaustion.Olivia also wanted her mother to witness this event, and Abigail felt she would allow her sister that bit of petty vengeance.Abigail was more than happy to allow her sister to take care of most things because she had something very special she wanted to do.Abigail dressed in one of the smaller rooms off to the side of the solarium. The bridesmaid's dresses hung in there, t
Abigail went to her bedroom, entirely drained from the events of the day. It was more than the one day, though. It was a backlog of emotion, of feelings she had refused to deal with, of quick solutions that had given her more heartache than soothed any real pain.And all of it came to the front now.Abigail wanted nothing more than to get into a hot shower, order some hot chocolate to her room with possibly a toasted cheese sandwich, and curl under her pajamas in her blanket. She felt she deserved a small amount of peace before everything that would happen tomorrow would happen. She still wasn't sure how everything would work out exactly, but she was sure it would.And because life was just not going to be easy for her, a hot shower wasn't all waiting for her in her bedroom."How dare you!" Charlotte seethed, as soon as Abigail stepped through her threshold.If she was being perfectly honest, Abigail wasn't even surprised that she was there. She was more amazed that her stepmother
Abigail found the bedroom Lyall was staying in, since the wedding was going to be here, he had been given a room in the House. Though, he had stayed over quite often before.Abigail was about to knock, when she heard two voice on the other side, clearly arguing."I have to do this!" Abigail could hear Lyall's voice, and Abby could hear the pain in his voice. "I need you to understand, I can't love you without this. I have to marry someone who can give me the funds to restart my company, anything less, and I have no worth.""I am happy with just you," Olivia's voice came through next, clear as a bell. "I know I don't inherit the empire, I know you have no money without my father's help. And I don't care!""Livvy," Lyall whispered, softly. "You will die starving for loving me like this. I could never allow that to happen to you."And all at once, Abby understood. Everything came together in her mind, all the pieces of information, all the snippets."And besides," Lyall's voice came
It was the day before the wedding. It hadn't taken them long to plan and had taken them even less time to put together. Amazing things could be done ridiculously fast when money wasn't an issue to consider.Abigail wanted to believe she hadn't thought of Mark that often, but the truth was, she had almost thought exclusively of him.She missed him in everything, thought of him in everything. He had never stopped calling her or messaging her. But Abigail hadn't responded to anything.He had shattered her trust in him entirely. He hadn't been who he had said he was, the entire person she had fallen in love with hadn't existed.And she had decided to move on with her life. Abigail knew she was never going to love Lyall, but then again, she didn't think she was going to love anyone else, either.Mark had shattered her heart, and more importantly, her trust. She didn't think she would be able to fall in love again.This marriage to Lyall solidified her position in the company. And righ
Abigail had asked her father for one thing, that she be allowed to tell Olivia. Abigail knew, objectively, that Olivia had refused to marry Lyall under the conditions that she could, and had been unable to marry him under her own terms. This had been Olivia's choice, before it had been Abigail's.But she still felt that she wanted to break the news to her sister.So she sought her out, and found her in the living room. Olivia spoke before Abigail could begin, excitedly about some movie Olivia had wanted the two of them to go watch together.And Abigail just allowed her to speak, knowing this might very well be one of the last times she spoke to her like this.When there was a lull, and Olivia sensed something was wrong, Abigail began speaking, beginning with the reasons that Olivia and Lyall themselves had decided on why they couldn't marry. And then began explaining Lyall's desire to rebuild his family's company, but unable to do it on his own.Then Abigail told her sister that s
Abigail hadn't seen or heard from Mark for over a month. And that was entirely by her own choice.She had asked her father to see to it that he was never able to set foot on their grounds ever again, and her father had kept true to his word.Still, Abigail wandered the grounds, unsure herself what she was searching for. But she walked the parts of the garden that she had used to ignore, she wandered through the maze, through the labyrinth and often among the rose bushed.Lyall found her often now. Sometimes she found him. Lyall liked the other parts of the ground more, the more cultivated parts, which explained why Abigail had never seen him there before.He often walked alone. Olivia, Lyall had explained to her once, had sensitive skin, and couldn't withstand the sun much. She also had terrible allergies, often keeping her indoors.Lyall himself quite liked the labyrinth, he had explained to her on another chance meeting, since it gave him clarity of thought. Abigail had tried it
"Mr. Woodtriche," Mark greeted stiffly, but went towards the man and held out a hand for him to shake. "And please call me Mark."Adam took the offered hand, and returned the gesture."Please, do sit down," Adam offered Mark a seat, and called for some fresh tea and cake to be brought."Thank you," Mark answered, sitting down.Abigail seated herself in the chair next to Mark, and he immediately took a hold of her hand. Abigail bit on the inside of her cheek to hide her smile. She actually found it quite enduring how nervous Mark was around her parents.True, he had relaxed a quite a bit with her mother, and she didn't really see that happening with her father, but it was still adorable to watch."I wasn't aware that you knew my daughter," Adam began, sitting back in his chair as new cups of tea were poured for them. "But, my daughter has shown to be rather remarkable and gifted at making connections and uncovering information, so I'm not entirely surprised."Abigail groaned inte
There was a lull of peace in their household now. Abigail wasn't sure exactly how it had happened, or how long it was going to last, but she was grateful for it while it was here.Charlotte hadn't gone with them in to work again, not since she'd caused the disruption to Olivia's schedule that cost the company ten million, and Adam had banned her from setting foot on the company grounds.It hadn't really affected the company that much, financially, since Abigail's unintended information had garnered the company ten times that amount in the same time. But it had been embarrassing to Adam, and that had been where the blow had been felt the worst.Charlotte liked company and the attention it brought, and she very quickly learnt that Abigail, Adam and Olivia had just started leaving the room she was in whenever she made drama. So she had taken to passing small comments, and leaving the major things alone.Olivia had warned her that her mother was only ever still for a short period of ti
After the whole debacle with Mark outside, her day only got worse.Olivia came storming into her office, banging the door open so hard it nearly fell off its hinges. She then banged the door closed again.Olivia marched over to her sister's desk, crossing her arms in front of her."I am trying very hard to remain calm," Olivia answered, her teeth gritted together. "And please bear in mind that I wholly believe this is not your doing, but I just need to be sure before I take my next steps."Abigail listened to her sister intently, and nodded."Did you really tell father that you're not marrying Lyall?" Olivia asked her sister."I did," Abigail affirmed. "I'm not marrying him, Olivia."Olivia nodded, "Dad told me the same thing, so that checks out. Next," Olivia drew a deep breath. "Did you call the head secretary to change any schedule around today at lunch time?"Abigail bit her bottom lip. She had. She'd been scheduled for a meeting with Louis from accounting, but she'd promis