After her father's announcement, Lyall came over to her almost immediately.
“Abigail!" He exclaimed, a broad smile on his face, “Congratulations."
Lyall leaned in towards her and placed a light peck on her cheek, and Abigail stumbled a little. When had they become such close friends?
“Oh," Abigail struggled to think, as Lyall stood next to her, his hand on her back. “Thank you, I guess."
She tried to side-step him, but there was someone to the left of her, and her dress was a little bulky. So she waited for the woman to pass.
“Abigail," Lyall said to her again, before she could make a clean escape from his side. “Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
And for the first time that night, Abigail silently cursed her sister's absence. Maybe Olivia was good for one thing, after all. Keepi
