Note: This is how I think Abby would have really acted to Luka's idea of a surprise wedding. She's never liked being cornered into things and well...just read.
I Don't. I Really Don't.
She stood there gawking at him, her head tilted up at that unnatural angle that made her neck ache after a while. He couldn't be serious. There was no way this was for real. It was weird. Entirely too weird, even for them and sometimes their relationship was the total definition of weird.
"Pull it off like a band aide? Really Luka? That's as romantic as you can get? Something quick, painful and leaves a sticky residue on your skin? I'm not getting married like that." She shook her head as she paced around the room.
When he tried to protest she held up her hand. "No! No. First it was 'lump them all together' because you thought it was easier to just get it over with. Now you want to rush it so the pain isn't so bad?" He was so fucking unbelievable at times. "Really not helping your cause here."
He babbled about the food, the music. He pulled out the dress. And oh, God…if he says her name again--"Hope, Hope, Hope, Hope, Hope!"
"Abby, don't say no-"
"No. No, Luka. This isn't what I wanted. This place is not what I wanted. These people. Do you really think I want Frank at my wedding? Why would you think I'd want Hope to plan my wedding? In what possible universe would I want that?" She was standing in place again, arms waving wildly to punctuate her words.
"You know what, Luka? Why don't you marry Hope? It's her wedding. You planned it with her." She tucked her bag under her arm and turned to leave.
She looked back as she reached the doorway. He was standing there, shoulders slumped and head hanging. "It's been seven years, Abby."
I know how long it's been, she thought. "Yeah and it worked out so well seven years ago too. I guess we really haven't changed, after all because I still don't need you to save me. Not from weddings or anything else."
As she left she heard Morris laughing about a case of cold feet. When Hope said everything would be underway within the hour, Abby wanted to laugh. Not an amused laugh mind you, but a broken laugh that said the joke was all on her. She wouldn't cry though. Not yet. Not until she was done fuming.