Sweating profusely after half a day of madness, Jasmine Yale was drenched.
He took her to see a movie, and they went on the Ferris wheel.
Even though both were privately booked and there was no chance of encountering anyone, she felt it didn't matter as long as she was with him.
She had a lot of fun that afternoon.
It had been a very, very long time since she felt so at ease.
Only, what Jasmine didn't expect was, upon returning to the Cheney Residence in the evening, she spotted a familiar figure on the side of the road.
The woman wore a khaki long coat and black knee-high boots. Her clothes were understated, but her makeup was alluring.
She also had her arm linked with a man's, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.
She and the man were walking towards the parking lot. The wind blew, lifting her highlighted hair and the hem of her coat.
Jasmine saw clearly; the woman was Harper Glorian.
