In October, the sky over Calderin was clear and bright.
At three in the afternoon, laughter and cheerful chatter filled the living room of the Sterling Family's home on Crescent Lane.
Mr. Sterling, puffing on a cigar, feigned anger as he watched the lively Stella Sterling. "Sit still. You're a married woman now, stop acting like a child."
Stella was forced to sit up straight, pouting as she leaned closer to Roman Rhodes.
The man's arm subtly wrapped around her from behind, a teasing smile in his eyes.
The two weren't openly flirting.
Yet, any discerning eye could see the deep affection and sweetness between them, an intimacy that left no room for outsiders.
Today was Stella Sterling and Roman Rhodes's homecoming banquet.
The guests had been entertained, and The Sterling Family had all had quite a bit to drink.
Sylvia Sterling was slightly tipsy, sitting in an armchair and sleepily propping her forehead on her hand.
BUZZ BUZZ—
