“Fine, do whatever you want,” Andrew says. He shrugs his shoulders and looks up at Andrea with flirtatious eyes, “But it all depends on whether Gabrielle is willing or not.”
“I’m unwilling to go with you,” Gabrielle whispers, with a lowered head.
“Well, Felicity, it looks like your sister is unwilling to go with you,” Andrew says tauntingly.
“Gabrielle!” Andrea scolds, giving her sister a warning look, but Gabrielle avoids her sister’s gaze, staring down at her hands folded on the table.
“Gabrielle, go get your sister a glass of milk and a sandwich,” Andrew orders. Andrew pours a packet of sugar into his coffee. He stirs it with a small silver spoon, his elegant hand making lazy loops through the air.
“Mr. Clifford, you’re not well enough to drink coffee,” Gabrielle quietly interjects
