The private hall had been orchestrated with so many flowers and candles in the alcoves. Various types of dishes were prepared and served on the long wooden table.
Abigail's mind could have been diverted to those delicious foods if the craving for cigarettes wasn't already there. Today was a big day. She won the challenge but she didn't get to celebrate it with a cigarette. That was sad.
“I am just worried about his betrothal, Eliza.”
The sudden voice that filled the room got Abigail cautioned. She jerked at her left and welcomed the guests who entered with the Queen Mother. The old woman in the center wore a pair of glasses, beside her a man stood with morale, and behind them, a girl around her age was busy fixing her hair.
She wondered whom they were talking about! If it was about the
