Amidst the revelry, he remained graceful and refined.

His white shirt was casually rolled up to his elbows, and a slight flush adorned his face from a cigarette held between his lips. ©

Flora leaned against him, her soft bosom gently pressing against his arm. She appeared to be advising him on the game, her eyes filled with tenderness that could drown any man.

Cecilia could bear it no longer.

Without a second thought, she turned around, intending to leave. However, the other men in the room recognized her, including Charlie.