Gabriella enters the kitchen a few minutes after Moon leaves. I'm still standing beside the sink daydreaming about the kiss. She clucks her tongue when she sees that the dishes have been put away.

She avoids my eyes as her gaze travels around the kitchen. "Thank you, Gabriella, for what you did today."

She turns and her expression isn't nearly as tight-lipped as usual. "The Señora is poison."

I agree with her but don't say so. I change the subject after a ...