Plot!!

The next two days passed in the blink of an eye for Abigail, all she did was laziness around the house and cook in the kitchen. She slept most of the time and woke up very early to fit in workouts, she ignored Elias and everyone else in the house. Abigail realized that she was becoming too soft and easily swayed so she took a break from everyone, she ignored Elias and slept before he did.

Abigail made a line on the bed with pillows every night, while she slept on one side Elias slept on the other side. She only nodded to his words and hummed whenever he said something and then she was back to being her cold self.

Elias found comfort in the recent behaviors of Abigail, he found her more appealing as she kept calm and cold. The last two days he had spent it working in the company, he had a meeting with the shareholders and he was busy preparing for the launching of a new product into the market.

He has his assistant, send the invites for the reception of his wedding to the important people in the country. It was a close-up party with just two reporters called to attend, he was satisfied with the recent developments in the mansion.

"I will have the hair stylist, dress stylist, and make-up stylist come here in two hours, do you have two hours to prepare yourself for the reception," Elias told Abigail as he walked out of the walk-in closet, he was buffing his sleeves and holding a suit jacket.

"Mmmm," Abigail responded by breaking her gaze from the game she was busy playing on her phone, she couldn't care if he invited all the stylists in the world. She was still going to do what she wanted to.

Elias glanced at her when he heard her hum, he felt something was not right with her answer but decided not to ask her about it. He simply nodded his head making the few drops of water in his ash blonde hair sprinkle on the bed and ground, the water hit Abigail which made her frown.

Elias who did not realize the blunder he had just made walked out of the room, he had a quick meeting with some people before his reception party. Abigail glared at him as he walked out but she said nothing to him, she placed it on her revenge list. She used her hand in wiping the water off her body then she stood up from the bed.

She walked into the walk-in closet and went towards her potion of the closet, she opened a drawer and pulled out a bag from it. The bag was a shopping bag that had no brand on it, it was colored dark blue and had golden edges. Pulling out the gown from the bag, Abigail placed the bag on the drawer and took the gown towards the mirror.

The bag was colored black with silver embodiments that made it look like the night sky with stars shining, the gown looked somewhat simple but it was not as simple as thought. Abigail nodded in contentment, she had asked K to get her a dress from the few ones in her mansion and she had brought this over.

K was marvelous when it came to knowing the likes of Abigail, she also had a heel following the gown the heel was colored black too with a rare material used for making shoes. She walked out of the closet after placing the clothes back where they belonged, she had an idea about the reception already she had prepared for the worst too.

Abigail had done her research on her husband and found out he was very popular among the feminine gender, many women loved him and wished to be his wife in the socialite class. She was aware of what the socialites were like because she had mingled among them enough, and she got herself ready to teach a few people some lessons.

Abigail wasted an hour and thirty minutes playing games on her phone till a maid came to inform her that the stylist had arrived, Abigail nodded and asked for them in thirty minutes. Abigail took her bath in thirty minutes and dried her hair after which she called for the stylist's, in most novels she had read girls felt shy dressing up but she was the opposite of that.

After stylists came in, there placed their things down and greeted the young woman. "Young mistress." Abigail nodded her head at their greetings and ordered them to begin. The stylists nodded and a rack of clothes was pushed into the room, Abigail gazed through the clothes with disapproval.

It seems her husband had many flaws, he wasn't just hot-tempered but was also rude and deaf. She had told him she would get a dress for herself, "Take those out, I have a gown prepared already." Abigail ordered pointing her fingers at the clothes and standing up to her feet.

She walked into the closet and brought the clothes she had prepared for the evening, the clothes stylist had an awkward expression on her face. She silently rolled out the rack and a few other boxes or seemed the young madam was a very picky person.

After Abigail got dressed in her ground, she has her head styled into a tight bun with two strands hanging on her face. She had a few adornments placed on her hair, there was silver in color. The hair stylist was happy the madam was satisfied, she happily picked up her things and walked out.

The makeup stylist walked into the room ready to make up Abigail, the game stylist was an innocent-looking young woman. "Young mistress, let's get your makeup done for the final touch." The makeup stylist said and Abigail nodded.

The makeup stylist brought out the makeup and opened it, picking up a face cream she wore glove as she readied herself to work on Abigail's face.