Wife No More — The Gala Blackout

The Bellinis held their winter gala on Long Island. Usually, I'd check everything for Luca. His drinks, his seat, the security routes, even his cuff clinks. This time, I did nothing.

Ten minutes before the gala, he came to me holding two ties. Which one? Whichever you want. Black or burgundy?

Either. Then maybe I just won't wear one. Suit yourself. Halfway through the gala, the power went out.

Three seconds later, gunshots rang out in the West Corridor. Everyone panicked. I grabbed the radio off the table without thinking. Secure the main hall.

Get the elderly and the kids out through the kitchen. Second floor security, stay where you are. hold the stairs switch to backup power lock down every garage door i was still watching