LGBTQ+AttagirlAbigail shut the bedroom door behind her, and Lily was left studying the invention. The one that, as Abigail demonstrated over her dress, Lily was supposed to put in an area she’d previously only touched to wash, and even then briefly, carefully, as if it could break. The same area that felt warm and tingly when she heard Clare and Katy last night, when she read from the book, when she shook hands with her new boss.
