Apr 27, 2020
@fallingorflying
‘Oh yes, very amusing. I’m sure you think you are the cleverest little boy to ever... to ever... clever. But you are not, do you hear me, Gabriel? You are not. You are a sad, terrible man with sad, terrible ideas on what constitutes prankery.’
Evita paused a moment just to look at his smug face. If she were a common woman, she would really give him what-for. The mere thought of it balled her fists until they trembled, as though they were preparing to give him the ol’ one-two she imagined.
Thankfully, the silk (satin) of her elbow length gloves brought Evita back to her senses before any stress-reducing mistakes were made.
‘I will ask you only once,’ she said through a forced smile, ‘Where is my crown?!’
