Abigail turned, her face and ears immediately turning hot. She was face to face with her future husband. "Yes... you must be Lino." Abby swallowed hard and held out her hand, hoping it wasn't too sweaty from nerves. She didn't say it was nice to meet him or that she looked forward to getting to know him -- in fact, she didn't say anything. She was too scared that if she opened her mouth she would throw up.
After regaining her senses, she managed a small half-smile, though there was no genuine emotion behind it. "Well, Lino, I suppose we should have a chat." She was unsure of what to do or say next.