Abbygail

I make my way to the ballroom, my maroon gown making a swooping sound as I walk along the tiled floor. But, unfortunately, this isn't the type of formal event I attend.

No, I'm not interested in feeding the hungry or helping the less fortunate. I've done my time living that life.

"Ma'am," a young man dressed in a tuxedo greets me at the door, opening it for me.

I nod at him and hurriedly enter, searching for the one person I can't wait to meet. I pause ...