CHAPTER 56

Abigail adjusted the scented candle on the dinner table for the hundredth time. 

She stepped back and examined her work, checking if any of the candles were oddly placed. 

Finally satisfied after thousands of adjustments, she placed a small blueberry cake she had ordered on the dinner table where it was surrounded by candles. She then took out a bottle of vodka from the refrigerator and arranged it on the table as well.

There couldn't be a more romantic atmosphere, she said ...