After breakfast, Abigail went straight back to her room, with the help of directions from some servants along the way.
And staring at her closet, she decided that Olivia was right about that. She did have to wear some of the clothes her father had gotten for her, she didn't want him to think she was ungrateful or petty.
And in any case, she hadn't showered yet today, so she figured she would do that, and then change into some clothes from her closet.
So pushing herself off her bed, Abigail headed into the closet.
It was a bit of a daunting task. There was just so much of everything, and everything looked amazing. She browsed through the clothing, there were jeans, pants of every material and style, skirts and sweaters. More t-shirts than all of the clothes she had at home by her mother
