Gigi flicked the cigarette into the rain. “I’ll be there.”
“You wanted to see me, detective?” she purred, her voice a low contralto. gigi dior.
Later, as the crew packed up, Gigi stood by the open loading bay door, smoking a cigarette. The city skyline glittered coldly in the distance. Lena joined her. Gigi flicked the cigarette into the rain