At sundown, Christopher and Abigail arrived at the mansion.
Pamela was the first to approach them and greet them warmly.
"Oh, Abigail, you are looking pretty."
She examined her from head to toe and couldn't help but compliment her.
Abigail was no longer as frail as she had been. She looked stunning in the designer gown, the wine red accentuating her fair skin.
The dress covered her shoulders halfway and flowed down into a beautiful plunging neckline. Her arms were covered only just below the shoulders.
The waist of the dress was wide, but it was a slim fit that elegantly accented her breasts. A bow was wrapped around her and rested gently on her belly.
Below the waist, the dress fit snugly around her in sarong style, and it reached well above her ankles.
The high stilettos she was putting on were a seemingly perfect choice. To top it all off, she was wearing gilded bracelets and shining diamond earrings.