"Tomorrow morning would be lovely! I'll drop by to pick it up then." The Madame handed the woman her gold and curtsied before making her way out of the shop. Sullen and disappointed, the Madame found herself unsure of what her next move should be.
This small roadblock aside, the Madame was not one to give up easily, and in her mind there was no doubt that sooner or later Abby would have to die...