“You shouldn’t be out of bed…” Luca spoke to Gabriella as she stood in front of the mirror within her room, tying the belt of her noir colored dress made up of a halter bodice and long a-line skirt that held a deep slit from her thigh to the floor.
“I feel responsible.” She confessed. “And guilty.” She continued as she moved to the vanity across the room before applying a smokey eye, thick mascara, foundation, blush, and finally a duo sweep of gloss before motioning to her perfumes. Lifting one to view to spray it, she recalled the details of the poisoning and knew better than to apply something to her that she had not been secure-especially since everyone was now aware of how Stefano had succumbed and the security had been tripled.
“If there is no way to convince you, then I implore y
