I made sure the big screen in the hall, which was supposed to welcome Livia, turned into something that exploded.
Second.
I’ve sprinkled a generous amount of dark red powder into the main sauce. Sudan I. An industrial dye. Not for food. Used in fuel, oil, and plastic. And… strictly banned throughout the European Union because it’s carcinogenic.
If it’s detected even once—it’s not just the dish that gets pulled. The entire restaurant will be immediately sealed off. Their license revoked. Their reputation ruined.
Third.
I sprinkled fine powder from dried lily flowers onto Livia’s dress. I remember she almost fainted from the itching caused by those flowers.
As the morning sun rose, I slipped out alone.
A car was waiting for me right in front of the gate.
Zidane.
He glanced at me briefly through the open window. “Do we need to burn this place down?”
I got in and stared straight ahead. “No need. I already have a plan.”
And we drove off.
A few minutes later, my phone rang. Bryan and Livia’s names flooded the screen. But I didn’t answer.
Until a message came in from Bryan.
[Don’t let our first course be a letdown. If that happens, I promise I won’t forgive you.]