It was nine o'clock in the evening.

The autumn wind rustled the dead leaves that were lying on the ground.

After stepping out of a cab, Jemima was taken aback by the sudden drop in temperature.

She grabbed her purse tightly and made a dash for the entrance of the Sterling mansion as quickly as she could.

She changed into a seductive yet entrancing red dress with spaghetti straps when the night fell upon them.

That morning, when she went out, the only thing she was wearing was a t-shirt and some comfortable pants.

The idea that she had deliberately chosen to dress in such a way in order to...