In the city penitentiary,
Gabriel Sallow took a seat and breathed a long sigh while cursing the long queue he waited to meet Gianna. His style, attitude, and arrogance had melted with the richness of the sallow family. They were barely managing to keep their heads up the water, thanks to funds Gianna and Gavriel Sallow had saved in their names.
He looked at the lady who entered the other side of the room. Despite standing in a prison uniform, the natural elegance of the woman was hard to ignore.
He had expected Gianna to look skinny, unkempt, irritated, and haggard. But the woman who sat in front of him wasn't only clean and tidy but looked peaceful after ages. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and her skin was bare but the light sheen of lip balm was glowing under the room light.
"Are you here to stare at me?" An unamused voice of Gianna snapped Gabriel out of his stupor.
