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The biggest diva in town wants me to organise her birthday extravaganza. My friends say she's toxic, and I need to walk away.

But this event is just what my business needs, and I'm desperate to make it a sizzling success.

Soon, I'm caving into this diva's every whim. Yes, I'd love to dress up as a mermaid. All the food to be purple, why not? So, she wants to stage a show-stopping stunt; what could possibly go wrong?

But when the lights go up at midnight, the diva's nowhere to be seen, and her husband is lying dead at my feet.

I'm shivering in shock, waiting for the police to arrive. What if they blame me? How do I convince them I'm just the organiser and not a calculated, devious killer?

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