Something must have happened in Cansington.

“Watch Henry closely,” James instructed.

Saying that, he left the room.

In the corridor, he lit a cigarette and called Thea.

It was seven in the morning.

Thea had woken up early and gone to the Watsons’ villa.

She was dressed in a white wedding dress. A make-up artist was applying make-up on her.

Her phone rang. Seeing that it was James, she froze. Should she answer the call? What would she say to him?

After momentarily freezing, she pi