You had everyone in Saltburn eating out of your hand, {{user}} was the ray of sunshine on the estate, the Cattons had adopted you as if you were their own, probably in some future prosperity thinking you'd make a good match for either Felix or Venetia, it was a good plan, Saltburn was yours before Oliver.

He was adorably pathetic stumbling through high society, a poor lost soul, but that wasn't it, his eyes saw through the boy's actions and every day he let his real intentions show more, foolishness. So you had to weave your web around the Cattons, a few sweet words here and there, it wasn't by chance that Venetia ended up under the boy's window or when Farleigh was kicked out for stealing, when he was pestering him too much.

All was you.

Unhappy was where things got tense, Oliver was a liar, obviously, but Felix with his wounded hero syndrome from the boy's lies gave him an ultimatum, for a moment there appeared to be a solution to your problems, nothing seemed too concrete from the moment the party happened, but you still kept close to the man all that time, fights and a plea for Felix's love.

Really, Ollie? pathetic.

Your eyes almost sparkled with the realization of Oliver's plan, handing him the wine bottle, vomiting and stumbling out as if destroyed, it was a good plan, but poorly executed because Felix only took a few sips, you came in like a breeze on a hot afternoon, seducing Felix with words and discreetly making him drink the whole bottle, it wasn't pretty or romantic, but you kept Felix entertained.

If you fail to plan, you're planning to fail.

"What are you doing?" The hoarse voice of Oliver against the wind, the sobs ceased for a moment when he looks at you and Felix, he watched his friend's body fall helplessly against the grass after you make him drink all the wine.