Abby’s POV
Ben raises his eyebrow from the other side of the room and I nod my head in confirmation, a mischievous smile spreading across my face.
“Good luck in there, Abby. If anything goes down, we’ll get to you guys. We will keep trying to get in to join you. Hang tight.” she says as I stand up to leave the table.
I nod at her reassuringly as she grabs my hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Oh and Abby, these VIP areas are exclusive. They can spot an outsider a mile away. Make sure you bring your bad b***h alter ego in there with you.” she grins, winking at me cheekily.
I look over towards Ben again who has now walked away from the table and is waiting for me. I watch him for a moment, pacing back and forth as he runs his fingers through his hair before rubbing his hand over his face
