Gianna's happiness felt like a living thing.
It curled warmly in her chest, buoyant and electric, pulsing with a soft, wicked glow that made it impossible for her to sit still.
The feeling spilled into her limbs, lightening them, filling her with a restless energy that sent her legs swinging idly beneath the dining table as she ate breakfast with the family.
Her heel tapped once, twice, in a small rhythm she didn't consciously register.
In one hand, she held her phone. With the other, she lifted Ewan's sandwich, already missing several generous bites.
Her thumb scrolled lazily, eyes narrowing and brightening in equal measure as she read through the endless flood of netizens' comments beneath one of the viral posts of Clement's scandalous romp with his secretary.
The internet had no mercy. Every refresh brought fresh cruelty.
