THE SECRET COUNTERMEASURES

Ava's dry smile reflected her satisfaction, her lips curling upward in a subtle, triumphant arc. Her eyes shone with a hint of victory, like polished onyx gleaming in the candelabra's golden light.

With deliberate care, Ava discreetly opened a hidden pocket within her gown, the silk fabric rustling softly as she slipped her hand inside. The small vial of antidote gleamed in the candlelight, its crystal surface reflecting the flames' gentle dance.

"Lila's mistake," Ava whispered, her voice barely audible, a gentle breeze on a summer's day. She uncorked the vial with a deft twist, the stopper releasing a faint click.

The scent of the antidote wafted up, a pungent, earthy aroma that filled Ava's nostrils. With a swift, decisive motion, Ava downed the contents, the liquid burning slightly as it slid down her throat.

The taste was bitter, but Ava welcomed it, her senses revolting against the poison's lingering presence. She felt the antidote coursing through her veins, a cooling counterbal