Chapter 18

Back then, Gavin and Giselle's four cousins had surrounded her, wiping away her tears in distress. Gavin had pinched her cheek and smiled. "The bitterness of a cup of espresso will be your only suffering in life, Gigi." Who could have imagined that they would be the ones to bring all the storms and hardships Giselle would face later? Even Chantelle had never uttered a word about sending her to a psychiatric hospital—yet they had done it without hesitation, under the guise of teaching her a lesson. They threw her into the filthiest, cruelest facility imaginable. Mia offered, "If you don't mind setting aside prestige or ego, I can introduce you to a job." Giselle looked up. Mia reached into her bag, pulled out a business card, and slid it across the table. Giselle looked up. Mia reached into her bag, pulled out a business card, and slid it across the table. "This is the number of the owner of a bar called Story & Sip. You'd be selling wine with a five-percent commission. That's 5