The Gala was going swimmingly, everyone was enjoying the food and the band that was playing was fantastic. At our table were 2 famous actors, a top 10 politician, and an NBA point guard, the names of which I cant disclose. We were having small conversation when we heard someone walk up on stage as the music died down. It was a tall, red headed, woman. She started talking about donating to some charity for feeding poor homeless children or something. I wasn't really paying attention. My attention was more focused on who could have sent that surprise this morning. I've never really had any enemies that I was aware of and I try not to talk to the people I dont like. It was quite clear that I wasn't paying any attention because I had my hands folded under my chin starring as if into a void. Gracie glanced over and noticed my unusual behavior. She reached over and laid her hand on my thing and asked how I was doing. Of course I lied and just told her I still didn't feel great. One hour had passed now and everyone is started to get up and leave. I was still there thinking anxiously. Gracie nudged me which pulled me back to earth and I noticed that I had missed whatever that fiery haired lady had said. I quickly got up and helped Gracie up as we started to walk back to the car. "What's with you?" She said to me quietly. "It must have been something I ate, probably food poisoning" I lied. she gave me a suspicious glance as I opened the door to the Huracan for her. The drive back was a silent one again, both of us were clearly thinking about something. Once back at the penthouse, Gracie grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. She sat me on the couch and took a seat in the recliner across from it. The look in her eyes almost pierced my soul. "Tell what's up." She said with a determined voice. "Nothing, seriously I'm just sick." I replied. "No, sick people dont stare at napkins like its the Mona Lisa. What's your issue." My lie was up, there's no way I can recover at this point. I explained everything to her about the smell and the pigs head and the note. Instead of slapping me across the face like I expected she just sat there. It became clear that she was in shock once she didn't blink for a whole minute. "Are you okay?" I asked. No response. She then teared up slightly and buried her head in my chest. I just wrapped my arms around her and ran my hands through her hair trying to relax her a bit. After finally calmed down we got up and walked to the bedroom to get some shut eye. When we woke up the next day we noticed that we didn't even bother to change out of the clothes we had on at the Gala. I looked over at the clock and it was exactly 3am just three hours before our flight to Paris. I shot up and walked around to Gracies side of the bed to lightly wake her up. Once she got up we quickly changed and packed what still needed to be packed. After 5 minuets of walking around making sure everything is where it needs to be we quickly walked out, rode down the elevator, and walked to my S-class this time. The clock was just striking four when we arrived at the airport. We parked in a private parking lot and walked towards the runway that out private jet was sitting warming up on. As we walked onboard we were greeted by Phil, who beat us here to get everything in order, and the flight crew. We said our hello's and placed our bags with some of the crew members. As we sat in the plus chairs across from each other I reassured Gracie that everything was fine. The captain came on the loud speaker and told us we were taking off and all that jazz that they're legally required to say before take-off. After what seemed like years we finally accelerated off the runway and into the open air. I was glad to get out of California but anxious to be in Paris after the unsettling message. The long flight was a relaxing one, most of which was spent with our eyes closed. After about 20 hours we finally landed in Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France. The beautiful night sky of Paris lit up with stars as we woke up. Our bags were already loaded in the S-class that was scheduled to pick us up from the airport. I looked over at Gracie and noticed she was still fast asleep. Instead of waking her I decided to just cary her out the car. After Phil drove us to the other penthouse we were staying at we got the car unloaded and I had to wake up Gracie, no way was I carrying her all the way up 20 floors. We took the elevator all the way up and swung open the, ironically, french doors and unpacked our stuff. As Gracie was unpacking I walked up behind her and kissed her neck. "Let's just enjoy the weekend, we're in Paris after all!" I told her quietly. She smiled. "Okay, I'll try keep my mind off it" she said.
