The locket he gave her was elegant and beautiful, just like the dress. Everything of her mother's was elegant and beautiful. Her mother was elegant and beautiful. The locket was gold and shaped like a heart. It was plain on the outside but what was inside meant the world to her. On the left was a small picture of her mother, father, and herself as a new born baby, not even a week old. On the right was the last photo she ever had with her mother. Once again it was of her mother, father and herself but in this picture she was 11 years old. This was now her most prized possession.
Abby with the locket Gibbs gave her in my story, Treated Diffently.