Well, that could have gone better.

Yesterday was delightful. We went to the beach. Alba made a shark friend. I danced in the sand. Gry and I got a little drunk and literally nothing bad happened.
 
It was magical.
 
Then today happened, and now we're all going to die.
 
Ripos set us up as perfume makers? Or, Alba as a perfume maker, I guess - that's what we went with anyway. Honestly I think she has a knack for it, what with the flower making. It made sense. I guess Ciavy is in the market for good perfumes. We showed up, Alba did her best.
 
Honestly, I should give Alba more credit. She uhh credibly accidentally fumbled the not-that-great perfume, broke it, got herself kicked out. I convinced Salazar to talk to me privately.
 
I convinced him that I was interested in selling Alba. I mean, CONVINCED. Credibly. It was some of my best work. I lied as well as I've ever lied in my life.
 
It was glorious.
 
Looking back, this is probably also the moment that got me killed.
 
Salazar believed me, wholeheartedly. And told me that such things are illegal and said he was bound to report me to the Green's Shivy.
 
I misjudged him, I guess. He seemed FRIGHTENINGLY truhful when he said this. Maybe he really is as opposed to the trafficking as we are. I'm wondering, now, hours later, if he could even be an ally. Gry would never trust that though.
 
I don't know. Maybe "The Green" isn't Ciavy. Maybe I was wrong.
 
Either way, I'm fucked. This is fucked.
 
I don't know where to turn from here.