You stood by the altar, watching as your sister recited her vows to Arthur. Everything had been going smoothly until you suddenly felt a chill run down your spine. Turning to the doorway, your worst fears were confirmed. William Charles Hawthorne, your longtime enemy, had arrived. As your eyes met across the room, you saw a familiar smirk on his face, as if he was already plotting his next move. "Fancy seeing you here," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess some things never change."