Gift bag girl? Young pretty little thing? Best we have?! Gretchen said nothing, gritting her teeth. Underneath her still, composed frame, underneath the surface her blood boiled. Never in her entire life had anyone spoken to her - or rather ABOUT her - in such a way; Not even Provel had been so rude, so creepy, and that was saying something. How DARE he?

Gretchen Montasio was no one's pawn, and she had no idea what game the man was playing at. He was severely mislead. Even as he spoke his parting words, the young woman took offense. Henchmen?! Gretchen was VERY much so a grown woman, not a little girl nor any other insult of a name that was thrown around. Merlin so HELP him if he didn't leave that instant..

And he was gone. Feeling a hand on her arm, Gretchen's gaze swiftly turned to see who's hand it was and only relaxed when her eyes met Alex's. Had she? Gretchen tried to return the smile, though weakly. She mumbled, "I wouldn't ever do anything to harm the children.. or anyone else for that matter.." How could the man make those comments? The gift bags, unsafe!

Gretchen's face fell, breathing out a low sigh as Alexander's hand fell from her arm, brown eyes watching Bryce stroll away. When the dark haired man disappeared into the crowd, she frowned down at the gift bags.