Jewel's POV
Hana needed to leave. She was a threat—an obstacle in the way of me and my place. I was supposed to be Luna to Stephen, not her. Never her. Not anyone else.
I give a chilly look to the maid who stands nearby, and then carefully place my wine glass on the table beside me, allowing the soft clink to ring out in the courtyard.
"Come here," I say, curling my finger in a call to come near.
The maid comes slowly, her footsteps wary, as if she already knows the evil in my purpose.
"Who is today's chef?" I asked calmly but icily.
"Chef Adora," she answered hastily, not looking at me.
I nodded slowly, smoothing a stray piece of hair behind my ear. My mouth curled into a faint, deliberate smile. "Tell her to cook porridge. and to add peanut powder to it."
The maid's eyes went wid
