Andrea scribbles a few words on the damp paper and rolls it up. She slips it into the bottle, carefully corks the bottle, and tosses it into the river. There’s a small splash, and the bottle slowly bobs away on the current. Andrea watches until it disappears from sight.
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Something cold splashes down on Gabrielle’s head and the strong smell of alcohol burns her nose. She looks up and sees Jackson holding an empty liquor bottle. He smirks and points at the front of her gown.
“I think you have something on your dress,” he says.
Gabrielle looks down at the sequined dress and screams. There’s a small, dead seahorse stuck to the fabric. She picks it up with two fingers and flinches at the cold, slimy feel. She throws the liquor-soaked seahorse at Jackson and wipes her fingers on the skirt
