Abigail craned her neck to get a better view. She waited in anticipation to get a glimpse of who these people were. Maybe she might even recognise some of them. Her head was almost touching the glass on the window as she looked towards the entrance. She was thankful that this house had a very good lighting system.
A few seconds ticked by before she finally saw a woman dressed in a beautiful evening gown walk out. Abigail just gaped at her. She couldn't see her face but she could tell from her silhouette that she may be slightly older, perhaps around her forties, yet still breathtakingly beautiful. She had that figure and aura of grace and elegance as well as authority that reminded Abi of the images of queens in many fantasy movies she had watched. Abi wondered who she was. If only she would look up so she could see her face!
Abigail stared at her as the woman walked towards the car where a man in a black suit held the door open for her.
