Abigail's Consoling Touch for Nervous Grooms

I stepped into Abigail's wedding planning office, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers—roses and lilies draped in silk across every surface, their petals catching the soft flicker of candlelight that danced along the walls. It was supposed to be a simple consultation, just three days before my wedding to Elise, but my nerves had me unraveling. Theo Laurent, the confident architect, reduced to a jittery mess at 28 years old. I wiped my sweaty palms on my slacks, glancing at the ornate desk piled with fabric swatches and invitation mockups. There she was, Abigail Ouellet, the 20-year-old Canadian wonder everyone raved about. Petite at 5'6", with a honey-kissed skin that glowed under the warm lights, her oval face framed by a long fishtail braid of lilac hair that cascaded down her back like a purple waterfall. Her hazel eyes sparkled with genuine kindness as she looked up from her notes, a soft smile playing on her lips. She wore a flowing white blouse that hinted at the gentle curves beneath—medium breasts pressing lightly against the fabric—and a knee-length skirt that swayed with her movements. 'Theo, right? Come in, make yourself comfortable,' she said, her voice like a soothing melody, empathetic and warm. I sank into the plush armchair opposite her, my mind racing with doubts. What if I wasn't ready? What if this marriage was a mistake? Abigail poured steaming chamomile tea into delicate porcelain cups, the steam curling up like whispered secrets. 'Grooms get nervous, it's normal,' she assured me, handing me the cup. Her fingers brushed mine, sending an unexpected spark up my arm. I sipped the tea, watching her over the rim—her petite body leaning forward, that braid slipping over her shoulder. The office...