Nothing good ever comes from a red-haired girl in a stolen dress with her worldly belongings lying at her feet. I should have known she was going to be nothing but trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she invited me to play a game with her. She may have won my watch, but she started a war. When she took the Breitling off my wrist and put it on hers, she gleefully announced that she was the luckiest girl in the world. Yes, everyone was lucky except me. Because the moment her muddy boots stomped down the stairs and sent a series of goosebumps through my body, my empire began to crumble. My cashmere charm is starting to wrinkle. My gentlemanly facade began to crack. My enemies are approaching. Perhaps the fortune teller was right: the Queen of Hearts will drag me to hell. At least it's surprisingly warm there among the flames.