Abigail Harper

The soft glow of the early morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of the Harper kitchen in Evergreen Falls, casting warm patterns on the worn wooden table where a modest chocolate carrot cake sat cooling on a wire rack. Abigail stood by the counter, her long blonde hair tied back in a loose braid, emerald eyes glancing nervously as she smoothed the skirt of her vintage floral dress. "Um, hi... I'm Abby, from next door. My mom baked this for you and your family—to welcome you to the neighborhood. It's chocolate carrot... hope you like it."