It was early autumn, and the last of the summer heat was finally beginning to fade.
The leaves were turning yellow, and the crabs were fat.
On the day of *Water Melody*'s premiere, the show started at seven in the evening. When Sydney Sawyer left the grand compound, the early autumn dusk had set in. The maple leaves were a fiery red, seeming to burn a vibrant path all the way to the horizon.
Besides her, Jane Spencer and Ryder Sharp were also going to the performance today.
Ronald Sharp had a social engagement and didn't go with them.
"I heard tickets for this show are impossible to get. I guess Mr. Sharp just isn't lucky," Jane Spencer said with a smile.
"If you like it, I'll have Casey Huxley send over some tickets for future performances," Ryder Sharp said as he drove, his expression as impassive as ever, cool and untamed.
Jane Spencer laughed at his words. "If I want to see a show, I'll buy my own tickets. I can't always be bothering him."
