Although Gabriella had only held a few interactions with Giada-none of them pleasant, she had never witnessed her in a state quite like this before. Her once perfectly straight and styled hair had now been half up and half down with sweat pinning large tendrils to her pale face that was once a sunkissed bronze. But the most damning piece of evidence of Giada’s desperation was not the loose hair or lack of a tan-instead, it was her pleading eyes widened in petition for her to call on gabriella as her salvation-and all she could do was still herself.
“I do not have time to explain...Please just help me-” Giada spoke in a trembling tone as she pulled at Gabriella’s arms until she left unkind lines due to her polished nails-one having been broken from whatever ordeal she had experienced prio
