The car was parked across from a love hotel, with Abigaile in the driver's seat and Ethan riding shotgun, watching a live feed on his phone.
Victoria and Joseph were sitting by a flower bed, all smiles.
A young artist was rapidly sketching them on his easel.
Meanwhile, Victoria's husband, Michael, sat in the backseat, his expression a complex mix of emotions as he stared at the screen.
"Looks like the date's going pretty well," Ethan said, turning to Michael. "Mr. Michael, according to the plan, when Joseph walks past this love hotel later, he'll invite her to stay the night."
"To keep your wife from suspecting anything, Mr. Joseph will make love to her first. He won't finish inside her, then he'll blindfold Victoria, and you'll take over to complete the deed."
Michael's face went through a series of changes, his already pale complexion from illness now flushed with red.