Slowly and lazily, Charlee Ford raised her glass of wine to William, with a meaningful smile. She held the corners of her mouth, her skin as white as snow, her face as peach blossom, and her beauty was more dazzling than the bright light.

William Bryan's eyes stayed on her for too long.

Until even Lydia Collins noticed something was wrong with him. "William, Vic is talking to you. What are you looking at?"

Lydia Collins looked down William Bryan's woodwind and saw Charlee ...