The red sun sank in the west, painting the sky in a blaze of glory.
Cecilia Adler carried a hoe as she walked toward the production team's station. Passing a pond, she stopped to splash some water onto the grass at its edge, then smeared mud over it.
She stepped on the spot to test it. Very slippery.
If someone passed by carelessly, they would most likely slip and fall in.
The water was neither deep nor shallow.
It would come up to an adult's neck—perfect for teaching someone a lesson.
After setting everything up, she went to the station to return the hoe.
Cecilia Adler was wearing a long dress. She had washed her hair not long ago, so it hung loose over her shoulders. A thin jacket was draped over her dress, revealing only her fair, slender ankles.
Daniel Dalton's eyes were glued to her.
'So fair, so beautiful.'
After getting married, she had an added touch of feminine charm.
Any man would be captivated by the sight of her.
'If only she were my wife.'
