“I love this one,” I whisper to Abigail, who has still not remembered to close her mouth.
Abigail gives a hard nod.
“I strongly approve.”
“Thank you,” I tell her, smiling at her through the mirror.
She tells me honestly that it's a real pleasure.
“So, you can return the rest,” I say as we return to the bedroom.
“Return them?” She questions.
I nod. Abigail laughs.
“Mr. Vaughn paid for everything, Paislee. The gowns are all yours.”