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Diavolo Ch 09

Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

had shoved her face back in her boyfriends shirt. “Abigail,” her mother began after taking a deep breath, “Why don’t we go sit in your living room.” “S-sure,” Abigail said sliding a glance back to her sister who was emitting a high-pitch sound as she held the Gabe’s shirt to her face. They walked back out into the living room, Mikayla still hanging on to the shirt. They sat on Abby’s couch. “Would you like anything to drink?” she offered, hands flailing nervously. And why wouldn’t she be nervous? Her mother looked at everything with a critical eye. She frowned when she saw Mikayla rubbing the shirt over her face though. “Give me that, you idiot,” Marjorie snapped, tearing Gabe’s shirt from Mikayla’s clutches. Her sister’s eyes widened and she looked like she was about to protest until her mother held up a finger and hissed “don’t.” Mikayla flopped back on the couch, gripping one of the throws to hug, sulking. Marjorie held out the shirt to Abigail still glaring at Mikayla. Abby took the shirt and tossed it back in the room. “Abigail,” her mother said clearing her throat, “Mikayla and Daniel’s wedding is in exactly four weeks and you still haven’t been fitted for your gown.” “My gown?” Abigail parroted. “Yes, dear,” her mother replied, brows arched. “You’re the maid of honor. You need to wear a gown.” Abby choked. “Maid of honor?” Mikayla rolled her eyes, as Marjorie continued. “Of course. You’re her sister. Who else would it be? Now, I’ve made an appointment for you this ... Saturday at one o’clock. Hope that’s not inconvenient for you.” Abigail blinked, her mouth opening and closing. “But, Gabe wanted me to accompany him to the studio—“ “Abigail, this is important,” her mother said sternly. Behind her Mikayla was looking at Abigail through mere slits of rage from the moment Abigail had said she’d be accompanying Gabriel to his recording studio. “You can’t possibly put your fling with that devil-worshiping savage—“ “Stop calling him that!” Abigail demanded. “He is not a devil worshiper nor a savage!” The door burst open and Gabriel rushed in, eyes wild, teeth bared, hair sticking up at weird angles as if he’d been plowing his fingers through it. “What the fuck is going on here?” he bellowed, making Abby cringe. She jumped in front of him when he stalked closer. “Gabriel, please,” she pleaded putting her palms on his chest to hold him back. She stared up at him in confusion. In the doorway stood the rest of the guys from the band. He looked down at her and gripped her arms gently. “You okay?” Abby scrunched her nose. “Of course. What’s going on?” He pulled her to him, glaring at her mother and sister. “What do they want?” Her mother huffed in outrage, muttering under her breath about how rude he was. “They just came to talk about Mikayla and Daniel’s wedding. Mother said I need to go to a fitting this Saturday.” Gabriel’s gaze snapped back to her, his lips pressing into a hard line. “Fitting for what?” “Abigail’s going to be my maid-of-honor,” Mikayla ...