Thanks to the hard work of everyone involved behind the scenes (where I couldn't see), the day finally arrived for the Queen to visit that disgusting Nancy's restaurant.
This time, unlike the previous visit, there were no young girls making the place lively and noisy, so that part was much easier. We didn't need to plant any fake customers. As long as security was solid, it should be fine — assuming the Queen didn't make any unreasonable demands.
We rode in the same carriage as before toward the shop. As we got closer, the street looked strangely clean. There was no trash on the ground. No people lying around. No broken carts or damaged doors and windows. Was the street always this clean? No, it definitely wasn't. There was no horse manure, no traces of vomit, no rotting garbage. This was clearly the result of everyone's desperate efforts.
