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The scent of cinnamon and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air, mingling with the floral notes of fresh lilies sitting on the marble counter. Outside, the cobblestone streets of Oakhaven were slick with a sudden autumn drizzle. "You can't be serious about the inheritance, Clara. It’s far too convenient." "Convenient? My uncle was a recluse who hated everyone. Leaving the estate to me is a miracle, not a conspiracy." "He didn't just leave you the house; he left you the secrets hidden in the cellar. I saw the way the lawyer looked at you." "You’re imagining things. Now, are you going to eat that lemon tart or just stare at it until it wilts?" "I can't eat. Not while the police are still asking questions about the tea service." "It was an accident. A slip of the hand, a misplaced sugar cube." "People don't just 'slip' and accidentally poison the town’s most eligible bachelor." "Hush. The baker is looking at us." "Let him look. This town has a memory like an elephant, and you’re wearing a very guilty expression."