Abigail Dunhill.

||Chapter III: Dear Mother-in-law.||

A/N: I just want to tell everyone that I am an avid reader of Mills and Boons....the writing style is different from the contemporary one, the paragraphs are going to be long....its a style. Characters are introduced in a  random priority order. Plz, don't comment saying the chapters are long and characters don't seem relevant.  I AM the writer and I know how I WANT to write my story.  Thanks, enjoy!

Enjoy! Above is Abigail's pendant!

-Aish

||Chapter III: Dear Mother-in-law||

|Sawyer Mansion|

"Our Raymond doesn't really like sweets."

Too bad, I like sweets a lot.

Abigail stared at Lady Sawyer blatantly and flabbergasted.

"Oh," was her genius response.

"Raymond is diabetic. Type 1 to be more precise." His mother added after a while. She didn't know her future husband was diabetic. Of f.ucking course, I don't, I don't even know his middle name. Lady Sawyer and Abigail sat in the living room talking about Raymond's likes, dislikes which she 'ought to know after all she was his bride to be.

"Oh," was again her genius response. She couldn't think clearly, instead of having a one to one interaction with Raymond creating the basics of emotional intimacy- which she'd prefer any day, even after his inappropriate behavior previously- she was having the interaction with the mother. Just like a to-do-list with the slightest change for her, it was to-learn-list.

"You'll need to know Raymond well, in order to support him like his shadow. This is the list of his friends, make sure you memorize it." It was three pages long!! The dread sets in.

"You, not only have to know about his eating habits, but also the cologne he wears, products he uses and everything down to the smallest detail is listed in this. It will be helpful. " Lady Sawyer said, handing her more papers, still with a distinct air. Her voice stern, her sitting posture straight and the way she spoke!

Ugh! No wonder Raymond grew to be aloof, cold hearted, rude....and the unfathomable list went on.

"Okay." Abigail faked a sweet smile.

"This is the schedule of all the family gatherings and events." Abigail was handed a thick file. An f.ucking file! "Let me make it short, Raymond is made to do great things and his woman must do well in order for the things to go smoothly in and out of the house. You can't act out-" Abigail had a déjà vu. "Watch what you say and how you act wherever you go because you never know who is watching. You'll be his reflection. That embarrassing ringtone has to change you are not a kid. At least not anymore. Do you understand me?" The feeling was intensified.

Kid! They were the one who forced me to mature before time, and had the guts to call me a kid!

"Yes, I understand. I'll try my best so as not to disappoint you." She smiled even though her heart shattered. She suddenly felt the harshness bashing of reality.

"Mother, I was asked for?" Came the fake sweet voice of Simon.

"Ah, yes, Simon. I was wondering if you could show Abigail around till lunch is served." Lady Sawyer asked Simon. Just like her first son Lady Sawyer made her supposed question sound like an order. And Abigail blamed the stubborn genetics.

"Have lunch with us, Raymond said he'll be home soon, he wanted to talk to you." She finally turned to order Abigail. I wondered why.

"Okay."