Every bite fed the fire of hunger, of power, of revenge.

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The dining room shimmered in golden light when I stepped in, as if even the chandelier knew tonight was not an ordinary evening.

Susan and Mr. Dankworth were already seated, and I offered them both a radiant, unbothered smile, as if nothing about the tension coiling in the air affected me.

With elegance in every step, I glided toward the kitchen, heels clicking lightly on the marble.The scent of warm cream, roasted garlic, and paprika danced in the air. I peeked in and gave the maids a nod.

"Everyone is seated. Please bring out the meal," I said,...