GABRIELLE’S POV
“….Gabrielle?”
I yawned loudly and stretched as I woke up.
My body felt heavy and tired from a restless night, rather than from actual sleep. My head throbbed dully, and it took me a second to remember why.
Wine.
I drank too much of it.
I squinted against the light filtering through the curtains and groaned, rolling onto my side.
A gasp escaped my lips. “George?”
“Good morning, Mrs Gravari,” he said in his usual tone. “I have been trying to wake you up for the last few minutes.”
I groaned. “We have to stop meeting like this.”
He nodded and looked up from his pocket watch. “As soon as you get your alcoholism under control we can, ma’am.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a jab or if he said it innocently. He had always been direct and straight to the point like a f****
