"Isn't it, Charlotte, you feel the same way, right?" Eason Chalmers glanced at Charlotte Allison and realized she was heading out of the banquet area. He hurriedly asked, "Charlotte, where are you going?"
"Getting some fresh air," Charlotte replied calmly, casually grabbing a glass of strong liquor from a passing waiter's tray.
Eason looked bewilderedly at the waiter who opened the door and pointed the way for Charlotte.
Though he couldn't pinpoint it, Eason felt Charlotte was acting strangely.
Walking through two doors and following the directions, Charlotte arrived at the open-air section on the top deck of the yacht.
The night's sea breeze carried a chill, causing Charlotte to shiver slightly.
The suit she wore seemed especially thin for the winter sea breeze.
Yet she seemed oblivious to the cold, adjusting her wind-tousled hair and resting her arms on the railing.
Instinctively, she patted her pocket, only to remember she hadn't brought her cigarettes.
