The sweetest indulgences are the ones we're told to resist—just ask Cathy. She chose the drawing rooms of Thrushcross Grange over wild love on the moors. But this? This is the choice she should have made. Poached pears and Turkish figs in buttery oat dough—Forbidden Fruit that tastes sweeter for the risk. One bite and propriety crumbles. Let them whisper. Let scandal follow. Some pleasures are worth choosing ruin over regret. Let your soul be damned.