While Gaston and the other employees ran around organizing everything for the party, Andrew continued his daily pleasures with his wives. There wasn't a single day he didn't do something, and now he was determined to annoy Carolina.
Carolina's alchemy laboratory was plunged into a profound silence, only broken by the sizzle of a flask on the fire and the occasional rustle of the pages of an ancient grimoire.
Carolina, completely absorbed in her work, moved her hands with precision as she poured drops of a bright blue liquid into a glass flask. She hadn't noticed Andrew's presence, who with stealthy steps had infiltrated her personal sanctuary.
Andrew knew every corner of the laboratory, every shelf laden with flasks of exotic ingredients, every rolled-up scroll with intricate formulas. He knew how immersed his wife could be when working on her experiments and how easily she was caught unaware.
