Chapter 241

Cecilia's pov "It's a berry trifle," Belinda announced, her voice smooth as silk and practiced to perfection--like a flight attendant describing a crash landing with a smile. Across the long, candlelit table, someone muttered, "Finally, something that doesn't look like a punishment." "Praise the Moon Goddess," another guest whispered, not quite low enough. "Maybe this one won't try to kill us." The collective relief was almost comical. After a parade of dishes that looked like failed science experiments, the appearance of real dessert was practically a religious experience. It was well after nine, stomachs were growling, and with no way off the island until tomorrow afternoon--this might be the only safe meal we got. Servants moved with choreographed precision, placing crystal bowls in front of each guest. Each trifle was a work of art--layers of sponge cake, whipped cream, summer berries, and glistening jam. The scent hit me like a memory : buttery vanilla and sun-ripened fruit. I'd a