Elsa

“This is the day I die,” Gabrielle says finally, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid. “Why are you doing this to me?” He drinks it all in one gulp.

“Oh, Gabrielle. I’m not doing this to you. I’m doing this to him. You are his right hand so he needs you too much. He couldn't kill you. Besides, I think I look very stylish and sexy.”

Gabrielle helps himself to another drink and pours the third. He looks especially dapper this evening in light-gray pants, similarly colored shoes, and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. There is a beautiful golden Rolex shining from his wrist, paired...