Abigail and Open to All (multiples welcome)
Abigail arranged the last of the trays of food she had brought to the party. She wanted to make sure they looked just right on the table. Food was an art form. Details mattered. Plus, it helped her to deal with her nervousness.
Her dress covered most of her scars. She wore her hair down to cover the rest. It was like armor in a way, protecting the features she felt made her vulnerable.
She knew she should feel more confident. She'd worked the night up too much in her mind; she felt she had to enjoy the new year that she was never supposed to see. It put too much pressure on the night. She just had to get over her nerves and socialize.
"Hi." Abigail said to the first person to walk near her. Talking to someone had to be a good first step to enjoying the night.