JOHN’S POV

I carried the plate of brownies into the Square Dance Hall beside Abigail. It was nice to see that it was busier than I was expecting it to be.

“Through here,” Abigail took my hand and led me through a crowd of talking people.

“Excuse us,” I softly spoke, making my way through with her to what looked to be a kitchen area.

“You can set them down right here in this empty spot.” Abigail shifted the dishes around a bit, and I removed the plastic ...