Amy was angry that Lily existed, and that anger was stronger than ever today.
Her face, with its elaborate makeup, grimaced a little, and for a few moments, it was as good as new.
Amy then turned and opened the door to the room.
A man followed her into the room.
Lily had a moment of panic when she got a good look at the visitor, who was the same man who had handed Lily champagne at the dinner party!
"What do you want!"
The man was dressed in a black suit, looking suave but with an impish glint hidden in his eyes.
"Ms. Bronte, haven't you realized there's something wrong with that drink you're drinking?"
He leaned in close to Lily and ran his hand down her neck.
"I'm here to help you out."
Lily pushed the man away with all her strength as she tried to get away from the bed and was
