At the sight of Myra, Abigail stand up quickly with her eyes fix on her emanating gratitude and compared to how grumpy and miserable she seemed days ago, she look rather better quickly.

“What would you like to drink? Wine?” Abigail ask and snap her finger for the waiter to come but Myra stop her quickly.

“Water is fine” she said staring at the glass of water on the table and Abigail nod, taking a seat after her smiling widely at Myra who is starting to get unease at her unusual attitude.

Abigail’s eyes catch the beautiful wine color bag she has put on the table and she quickly shake...