MILA I had exactly seven days between returning to Fresonia and my restaurant to make sure everything was perfect.I was eternally grateful to Felic for monitoring the installation of the new furniture from Carnea while I was away, so now all I had to worry about was putting the finishing touches o
MILAAfter seeing Alexandra’s negative reaction to the dish, I did the first thing I could think of.I ran frantically into the kitchen and called Samara. I knew she had previously worked with Alexandra, and she might have some insight into how to improve the situation that was rapidly heading downh
Alexandra smiled. “You would be right about that. It’s the sign of a good chef to pay attention to your customers. You’ve done a great job with this place,” she said simply. “Congratulations on opening. I’ll post my review tonight.”Felix, who was sat for dinner with his parents, smiled at me as Ale
MILAWith the opening of the restaurant now behind me and day-to-day operations running smoothly, I was able to start dedicating my time to the other massive event going on in my life: my wedding.Every little girl dreams of growing up and marrying their Prince Charming in a fairytale wedding. I had
MILAAs it turned out, wedding planning was even more stressful than opening a restaurant. I was lucky to have Felix and Rowena on my side, because there was no way I could have possibly done it alone.I had spent all week looking over floral arrangements, music playlists, and the carpet color of th
FELIXA few days before the actual wedding, foreign dignitaries from all over the world started to arrive. Some were staying at the castle, others were in the various five-star hotels scattered through the city of Fresia. While Mila shopped for her wedding dress, I was placed in charge of greeting s
ISABELLAI had spent my entire life living in the luxury of some of Europe’s finest noble homes. Hell, for the last five years, I had managed to get away with living in Fresonia’s royal castle. I was used to servants waiting on me hand and foot, and waking to bubble baths and pressed linens.Sleepin
Roofies were not supposed to smell like anything. This had the faint, distinct scent of hemlock.Charles did not want me to drug Felix. He wanted me to kill him.“You want me to poison Felix?!” I was practically screaming. I didn’t care.“Now, now, Isabella,” Charles said, “there’s no need for the d