Herbert's face turned ashen with anger. Fenn quickly intervened, "Gigi, who are you sending things to?"
"To my friend," Giselle replied.
"Oh, well, use this handkerchief as a cushion, so the bag doesn't dig into your hand." Fenn passed her a silk handkerchief.
"Thanks for the gift. I have to go now. Bye, Fenn," Giselle said, preparing to leave.
Herbert squeezed the cup so hard that it began to warp, his fingers turning white as he held onto it.
He finally turned to watch Giselle walk away, gritting his teeth as he muttered to Fenn, "She'll accept a handkerchief you've used, but she can't accept the bags I personally picked for her? And what, is my taste really that bad?"
"Calm down. Gigi's probably just upset," Fenn said, giving Herbert's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"How dare she
