Then a thought hit her. Maybe it wasn't just about the gift. Maybe it was about the message behind it. What it stood for. What it said about her.
Still, even with that in mind, Abigail felt the pressure mount. Time was running out. She couldn't afford to make a mistake. She couldn't afford to give something that would make her look shallow or desperate.
She had to be smart, She had to be precise.
She had to show Jerry's grandmother that she wasn't just some girl hoping to marry into the family. She was a woman worth standing beside Jerry. A woman who saw what mattered to him and respected it.
But deep down, even as she planned and searched and strategized, a small fear lingered in her heart.
What if this woman—this grandmother—wasn't someone who could be impressed?
What if she was the kind of person who looked straight through gifts and gestures, who saw people for who they really were?
Still, Abigail refused to let doubt win.
Because Jerry had made himself clear.
