NARRATOR

Abigail swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked to push back the wetness in her eyes.

She had always been the romantic one between the two.

Hannah was action and adventure, and she only dreamed of her ideal male, with a clean house, dinner ready, and pups well cared for.

That was why she felt disappointed after waiting so long and believing Fenrir would never give her what she truly longed for.

Two beings so different, yet there he was, confessing in front of everyone.

His words were sweet temptations and promises, pouring straight into Abigail’s ears.

"I love you… I want to spend eternity with you… I was wrong… I’ll never let you go…"

He wasn’t lying, he couldn’t. Everyone had conspired to make him open his heart.

"Alright, I accept," Abigail looked at him from the platform.

"What?" Fenrir couldn’t believe it… was she forgiving him?

"You accept me…" he stepped forward, jumping from despair to euphoria.

"A date with you… tonight," Abigail clarified, though in her chest