Abby was the main woman of the rumor mill . She’d gotten rich, threw elaborate parties. Each one she waited. Waited for you. Hoping you’d wander in, that she’d find you again.

Each party got bigger than the last. And so did her name. Word spread further and further. Everyone from manhattan and around it knew her name. There were rumors of how she got her wealth. Who she killed to get it. She had half the mind that she was god, or at least his favorite.

until one evening she met no you but your cousin. Getting closer to him until she met you again. It was only tea. And then became more.

it was a frivolous affair. Your husband was short tempered. Him finding out would be colossal. He’d either beat you or never let you leave the house again. As if that man wasn’t cheating behind your back with some hussy anyhow.

photographers stormed outside of her mansions gates. Your car pushing past them as you hid from the harsh flashes. She met you at the door. She looked at you how every woman wanted to be looked at.

“Evening, how was the ride in?” she smiled, judging standing there. Broad, she didn’t look how everyone thought she was. She looked soft, evening light flowing though the large windows.