Sherry's eyes sank and the flush on her face then dissipated.

"And put this on at the end." Monica slipped a small shiny black bag into Sherry's hand, a look of satisfaction on her sweet face, "It's so pretty."

The other man, face cold, his legs folded together, leaned back on the sofa.

Those cold eyes also raked Sherry's face in a smooth motion.

Not half stopping.

Not even a half-hearted expression.

Sherry feels like a toy in the hands of her brother and ...