I disappear to Côte d'Azur for a few months, which is apparently enough for someone to develop a liking towards Emma.
Always thought it'd take longer than that.
“Charles is lucky that the only thing standing between him and a bullet between his eyes is Destiny.
But my patience grows thin.
And my trigger finger is itchy.”
Lights a cigarette and leans back.
She’s on a beach in Côte d'Azur. As a stunning redhead, of course (minus the sapphire skin).
Life is good. As good as the mimosa she’s sipping on.