I struggled to keep up with Abby's eager strides while the damned dress made it even harder.

“Andrew!” Abby shouted, as we rounded the corner, coming to a stop in front of a door.

“Andy dear… a special someone is here to see you.”

No response.

She knocked on the door, still no response.

“I'm guessing he isn't here.” Abby said. “I did tell him dinner would be ready soon so I'm guessing he's already at the dining room.”

“Oh I see…” 

“Let's head to the dining room, dear. He's such a foodie, I'm quite sure he'd be there.”

And so…

I had to face another few minutes of being...