It was the day after. I had gotten up fairly early at five to make sure everything was packed for our flight the next morning. There was a slight problem though, it fucking reeked. I had no clue where the smell was coming from so I started looking around to see if I accidentally left food out overnight.
Eventually I made my way towards the living room of the penthouse. My eyes shot towards the door which I realized is where the smell is coming from. I covered my face with my new Givenchy t-shirt as I cautiously approached the door. This is disgusting I thought as I reached for the door handle. I swung the door open and was hit with a wall of stench that made me throw up all over the expensive t-shirt. After I wiped my face down I noticed a medium sized brown cardboard box that looks slightly soggy. I was terrified to look whats inside but id do anything to get rid of this smell so I grabbed a kitchen knife quickly and sliced the box open. What I found inside is something that I wouldn't wish upon my worst of enemies, this shit was sick. What sat inside the box was a disgusting, rotting, mutilated, shit-covered pigs head with a white paper note resting on top. The note said: Come to Paris. go to the French Grand Prix, I have a surprise soup boy.
Soup boy? I have never heard that one. I thought to myself. I dropped the note and anxiously walked back to the room to grab a duffle bag. After grabbing the bag I walked back and placed the whole box in the bag. I took the elevator to the basement floor and tossed the whole thing in the dumpster. Then I took the elevator back up and walked back to the bed to try sleep off what I just witnessed. I nestled up next to Gracie, who was still fast asleep, and shut my eyes. Didn't last long till I fell asleep again.
Three hours had passed before Gracie got up to get ready at 8am. She noticed I was still asleep and still had the stained t-shirt on. Luckily she didn't wake me up to ask any questions and went on with her morning. I woke up not too long after and oh boy was I eager to tell her all about my morning. She asked me what happened to my shirt and I just lied and said that I got brutally sick in the middle of the night but was too tired to change. There's no way I'm actually going to tell her what I saw, She would freak out and I dont want that. "Hey, how would you feel about going to France tomorrow?" I asked unusually nervously. "France? I've always wanted to go to there I hear its beautiful this time of year." She replied with a big smile on her face. "Not as beautiful as you unfortunately" I remarked hoping to lighten my mood a bit. She just smiled, laughed, and looked down awkwardly then walked back into the bathroom to keep getting ready. I quickly threw on some joggers and a new t-shirt and managed to finish get ready just as she did. Today was the day of the big Gala that we were personally invited too. I somehow managed to forget that. Gracie walked out of the bathroom in a skinny black dress and I couldn't help but stare. "Woah..." I quietly whispered. "Uh, today is the Gala why aren't you dressed?" She said more annoyed than flattered. "Oh shit you're right." I said in a panic to throw on my Dolce & Gabbana tux that I had custom made for this very Dinner. It was a very dark navy blue jacket that almost looked black in dark lighting with a baby blue undershirt that made me look, feel, and cost a million bucks. Phil called to let me know that the Huracan is all washed and detailed and ready for me whenever I was ready to leave. Before we left the room I turned to Gracie and grabbed her by the waist to give her one last kiss before we took off for the Gala. "Seriously you look amazing." I told her lost in the intricacies of her face. "I hope so, this dress was custom fitted by Ralph Lauren himself" she laughed as she patted my chest and gingerly walked out. I raced after to keep up with her fast pace. Eventually we made it down to the executive garage floor where my matte grey drop top Lamborghini was waiting. Phil handed me the keys and reminded me to drive safe, a rule I always seem to break. "Yeah we'll see." I said as I opened the door for Gracie. After I too had gotten in I slammed the door and felt the beautiful Nappa Leather steering wheel with the Infamous bull in the center of the black and yellow badge. I flipped open the ignition cover and pressed the button. A loud screeching roar erupted in the quite garage as I drove off towards the venue. The drive down was fairly quiet, I didn't know what to talk about after the whole pigs head situation. "Is everything alright?" She asked with a curious tone. "Yeah, everything's fine I just feel exhausted after being sick all night." I lied.
