Feeling much happier having been given the medical go-ahead to ditch the crutches, Abigail carefully made her way into the hotel where Sebastian's birthday celebration was being held. While she did not want to be there because of Sara, coming was the right thing to do.
Reaching the ballroom door, Abigail noticed the moment that Sara spotted her standing there, due to the scowl that came across her face. "What are you doing here, b*tch."
Moving closer, Abigail quietly responded "Language, Sara. And why would I not come. You issued me such a lovely invitation the day of our eighteenth birthday to this party, so I thought that it would be rude not to attend."
"F*ck you."
"No thank you, Sara…"
"Well, you should have gotten the hint. You are trash."
"Trash? Opinion's Sara."
"Who gave you the guts to talk to me like that."
"Grandfather. He told me I had to come because he could not. You have an issue, take it up with him."
