It was going to be a wonderful night.
My father escorted Abby and I into the Evans ballroom and I let out a soft sigh as I took in the regal splendor surrounding me. He walked between us, holding Abby's elbow with his left hand, me clutching his arm on the other side. When I was younger, the place had seemed like a magnificent palace to me and, like always, being here was all a beautiful blur to me. The excitement of the evening was catching hold of me and I tried not to let it show. I used to cause quite a commotion back then whenever I get overly excited because I was too impetuous and I was determined to be proper tonight.
Abby, on the other hand, was totally composed. She was radiant tonight in her modest violet dress, her hair twisted into a cluster of curls with the same colored ri
