At this point, Bellamy couldn’t hold back his laughter, and finally burst out laughing. Doris snorted, but she was unable to hold back her laughter either.
When Abigail decided to put her fork and knife down on the table the entire front of her bodice ripped open revealing a lot of white fur. Tears of humiliation stung Abigail’s silver eyes. In a fit of anger the yeti slammed her hands down on the dining table causing the candelabra to rattle and tilt precariously.
Abigail glared heatedly at her guests and growled, “You think this is funny, do you? A monster trying to be a civilized lady. Well, you’re right. It is funny. I really am just a monster!” She finished her tirade before standing up from her seat and then rushing out of the dining room.
“Abigail!” Bellamy called after her. “Shit.”
Doris was looking ashamed with herself. “I shouldn’t have laughed like that…the poor girl. It’s just like you said, Bellamy. She may look like a monster on the outside, but she’s just an eighteen-year-old girl.”
“I wish there was something I could do for her.” Bellamy frowned thoughtfully. “A way to cheer her up. But it’s not like a know a lot about girls and the inner workings of their hearts.”
Doris grew pensive for a moment. “I think I may have an idea.” A sly glint came to her brown eyes.
***
In order to put her plan into action, Doris had Kristal take her up to Abigail’s room. “Thanks, Kristal,” Doris said once they’d arrived at the door to Abigail’s bedroom.
“No problem,” Kristal said as she skipped away.
Doris took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. “Go away!” Abigail’s voice cracked slightly through the door.
“Abigail, it’s me, Doris, may I please come in?” Doris asked tentatively.
There was a long pause. Finally, the door opened to reveal Abigail with puffy, red-rimmed eyes, and a magenta nose from crying. Abigail sniffled, looking petulant. “What do you want, Mrs. DeWinter?”
“Please, call me Doris. And I’m here to apologize for my earlier appalling behavior.” A sheepish expression formed on Doris’s face and she tried to look extra apologetic.
Abigail snorted and looked amused. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Doris. You were both right to laugh at me. I’m a circus freak.” She let out a heavy sigh before opening her door wider and ushering Doris inside.
“My son doesn’t think of you that way,” Doris protested as she followed Abigail into the room. “In fact, he told me that the two of you had become good friends.”
A flash of bewilderment crossed Abigail’s silver eyes. “He said that?”
Doris nodded. “Yes. You know, Bellamy told me that you used to have these extravagant dance parties here.”
Abigail blinked. “He did? I don’t remember telling him about that. Maybe Jett told him.”
Doris swiftly continued, realizing that Bellamy probably hadn’t told Abigail about his dream visions. “Bellamy wants to make it up to you for his earlier behavior by inviting you to dance with him tonight. He said that he figured you missed dancing.”
“Dance?” Abigail arched a fluffy white eyebrow at Doris. “You can’t be serious. I can’t dance. Not anymore. Not…like this.” She waved a hand at herself in despair.
“Balderdash,” Doris objected with a wave of her hand. “You have two perfectly good legs. It’s not like you got cursed into being The Little Mermaid! Now dancing with a fin? That would be hard!”
Abigail couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image that produced in her mind. “I suppose it would be.” She sighed. “Even if I wanted to dance with your son…I have nothing to wear. Nothing that fits me anymore, anyways.” A pout formed on her face.
Doris rolled up her sleeves. “You just leave the dress alterations to me, dear. I used to work as a seamstress to make ends meet when I was living in New York with Bellamy.”
“Really? You’d do that?” Abigail gave Doris a searching look. “Even after everything I’ve put you and your family though?”
“You let Bellamy leave this place so that he could rescue me,” Doris pointed out. “In a way I owe you one. That crazy Frankenstein girl wanted to electrocute me with her so-called therapy. So, where are your dresses?”
Abigail showed Doris her collection of designer gowns, and Doris immediately set to work.
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