She was using a silver-tipped glass dropper—an instrument of Francisco's own design—to apply a diluted mixture of ninety-five percent alcohol and distilled lavender water directly onto the most inflamed pustules.
Upon seeing the dropper in action, Francisco could not help but exclaim,
"So that's what that thing was for! I was curious where you got the idea to make it."
Catalina glanced at him with a smug expression.
"Do you remember when I was traveling across Hanover while working with your industries?" she said.
Francisco nodded faintly.
"One of our partners—the one who deals with perfumes—invited me to visit his factory."
Catalina continued, a spark of triumph glinting in her eyes as the bright light from Friedrich Gilly's reflectors outlined her silhouette against the black marble table.
