Isaac's dramatic whine was instantly followed by a burst of enthusiastic agreement, a clear indication of his priorities. Primrose's casual mention of her culinary skills was like a siren song to him, eclipsing any lingering concerns about the penthouse's hefty price tag.
"I make food, you are lucky all the chefs in the world would want to eat my food or my pastries," Primrose said, her tone nonchalant yet undeniably alluring.
Isaac's eyes lit up, practically sparkling with anticipation. He knew that Primrose wasn't exaggerating. Her creations weren't merely delicious; they were works of art – intricate masterpieces of flavor and texture that could transport you to another world. He'd tasted her pastries before, and he still dreamt about them.
"I agree! I agree!" Isaac shouted, his voice brimming with unadulterated glee.
The thought struck Isaac with the force of a revelation. He blinked, momentarily speechless, as the implications of Primrose's talent truly dawned on him. A chef for a day? A pastry maker for a day? The sheer absurdity of it was almost comical, yet the potential financial windfall was anything but.
His mind raced, calculating potential earnings with dizzying speed. Even a single day of Primrose's culinary expertise could command a fortune – hundreds of thousands, perhaps even millions, depending on the client and the scope of the engagement.
He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. The image of wealthy socialites clamoring for a taste of Primrose's creations filled his head – extravagant banquets, exclusive events, and bidding wars over her time.
He couldn't resist voicing his thoughts, albeit in a slightly breathless whisper.
The casual declaration hung in the air, momentarily silencing Isaac's whirlwind of financial calculations.
"But I will cook only for you," Primrose stated, her voice soft and devoid of any ulterior motive. It was a simple promise, yet it held a surprising weight.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a breathtaking panorama of Palermo bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. The penthouse apartment was even more impressive than Isaac had imagined – a sprawling expanse of polished marble, gleaming chrome, and floortoceiling windows offering an unparalleled view of the city and the sparkling Mediterranean Sea.
They scanned their access card, and the heavy door glided silently open, revealing a lavishly furnished living room that exuded an air of understated elegance.
The apartment was a masterpiece of modern design, seamlessly blending luxury and functionality. A sleek, minimalist kitchen boasted stateoftheart appliances and a sprawling marble countertop – a chef's dream. A spacious dining area overlooked the city, perfect for intimate dinners or lavish gatherings. And beyond that lay a private terrace, complete with a jacuzzi and panoramic views.
Primrose moved through the apartment with an effortless grace, her eyes taking in every detail. She paused in the kitchen, running a hand along the smooth surface of the countertop.
The sheer scale and sophistication of the penthouse were undeniably impressive, even to someone as accustomed to luxury as Isaac. He trailed after Primrose, his eyes wide as he took in the seamless blend of modern design and opulent finishes. The kitchen, in particular, was a showstopper – a gleaming testament to culinary artistry.
Primrose's brief assessment.
"This will do" – was delivered with a quiet authority that left no room for argument. It was clear that she considered the kitchen her domain, a space where she would wield her considerable talents with precision and flair.
He watched as she ran her hand along the marble countertop, a subtle gesture that revealed a hint of genuine appreciation beneath her usual detached demeanor.
"This is where I'll be spending most of my time," she continued, her gaze fixed on the gleaming appliances and pristine workspace.
Isaac nodded, respecting her unspoken claim to the space. He understood that Primrose's culinary pursuits were more than just a hobby; they were an integral part of who she was.
"Of course," he replied, gesturing around the expansive apartment. "The rest is yours to command as well. I've already arranged for the other rooms to be set up as you requested an art studio, a design space, a gaming room for me, and an office you can share." He grinned, eager to please.
"Five rooms total, and yours is by far the largest – a suite really. Plenty of space for… whatever you need."
He paused, noticing Primrose's attention still fixed on the kitchen.
"It's truly stateoftheart," he added, wanting to emphasize the quality of their new surroundings. Primrose smiled at Isaac before she yawned she stretched out her hand and she decided to go to bed early. Primrose needs more sleep than most people. If she doesn't get enough sleep she would have insomnia which is annoying. Her insomnia use to be extremely bad but because of the fragrance she created three years it helped with it. Even in juvenile detention she kept up with her research and over the time her Night Elixir has made the market over the time and cost so expensive. Of course as the creator she went by Midnight and people known her as Researcher Midnight no one has ever seen her face or what she looked like. 
Primrose opened the bottle and looked at elixir pill which was a colorful rainbow.
The vibrant rainbow pill dissolved on her tongue, leaving a subtle, floral sweetness in its wake. A wave of tranquility washed over Primrose, easing the tension that had been coiled tight within her muscles. The anxieties of the day – the mission, the new identity, the looming confrontation with Selena – receded into the background, replaced by a soothing sense of calm.
She sank into the plush bed, her limbs heavy with exhaustion. The luxurious sheets enveloped her like a warm embrace, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.
The penthouse was silent save for the gentle hum of the city below and the rhythmic rise and fall of Primrose's breathing. The colorful elixir had worked its magic, banishing any lingering restlessness and ushering in a deep, restorative slumber.
The first rays of the Sicilian sun streamed through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden light. Primrose's eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes the color of the deep ocean – a mesmerizing blend of blues and greens. She blinked slowly, allowing her vision to adjust to the brightness.
The lingering effects of the Night Elixir lingered pleasantly, leaving her feeling refreshed and revitalized. She stretched languidly, savoring the feeling of complete relaxation. The luxurious sheets felt cool and smooth against her skin, a stark contrast to the rougher fabrics she'd worn in her previous life.
She sat up in bed, her gaze sweeping across the opulent room. The panoramic view from her window was breathtaking – a sprawling vista of Palermo shimmering under the morning sun. The turquoise waters of the Mediterranean Sea stretched out before her, beckoning with promises of adventure and intrigue.