*Eliza's POV*
My hands were perfectly steady.
That surprised me a little, honestly. I had expected them to shake, some small physical confession of what I was doing, what I had already decided to do. But they didn't. They were calm and sure as I tipped the contents of the small capsule into the glass, watched it dissolve completely, and set the glass down among the other drinks on the tray like it belonged there.
Because it did.
Everything on this table was intentional. The meal I had spent two hours preparing. My dress, pressed and pretty. My hair, which I had redone twice until it sat the way he used to look at it before he stopped looking at me altogether.
Every detail. Every single one was complete and perfect!
I stepped back and looked at the spread and nodded once to myself.
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