What would you do if everything you thought you knew turned out to be a lie? How do you go on when you don't even know yourself?
Abbie Kingston. She's been lost in her own life since she was a small child. Now, she's finally on a journey to hopeful...
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*** Statements could be triggering.
ABBIE
"Gorgeous," Cora gushes with tears in her eyes, as she adjusts my veil.
"Stop, or I'll cry," I giggle as I will my eyes to stop my tears from falling.
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"I know." I give her a hug, but we can't talk about this right now. She's emotional that she's experiencing this with me. She'll have me crying if we talk about it and I'll ruin my makeup. It's almost time for the wedding. I don't have time to redo it.
There's a knock on the door and I smile when Bobby and Elliot walk into the room. "Wow," Elliot says in awe as he studies me.
"Stop!" I yell out with a giggle. "I don't want to cry. Not yet."
"You're stunning," he says. "Isn't she stunning?" He looks towards Cora and she nods. "Our daughter is stunning."
"Thank you." He smiles at me but his eyes look sad. I glance at Bobby and see the same expression. I can tell he thinks I'm gorgeous but his eyes are telling another story. Something's wrong.
Jessa voices my thoughts aloud when she asks, "What's wrong?"
The room grows quiet as all eyes are now on the men. My nerves shoot up as they glance at each other. Something is definitely going on.
"What is it?" I ask. I can barely get my voice out through my nerves. Is it the cake? Did it fall over? Is the food burnt? Did a waiter knock over one of the centerpieces? Is the preacher running late? Did a freak snowstorm just roll in and nobody can get here? My mind is going everywhere with possible dilemmas that would have these two men looking like this.
"Why don't you sit down," Bobby suggests.
"No. I don't want to wrinkle my dress. Just tell me." So whatever this is, it's something so big that he doesn't think I'll handle it.
Elliot sighs and takes my hands. "Wyatt's not here."
"What?" I ask with confusion. That doesn't make any sense. "Well where is he?" I glance at Jerra, who is sitting in the corner coloring. She's not paying any attention to us, at least it doesn't look like she is.
