#CHAPTER 10: Limes and Lies

MILA Samara nodded, still eyeing me. Once the rest of the team was gathered, I took a deep breath. “Somehow, the prickly pear supply has gone missing,” I explained, receiving quite a few horrified gasps in response. “So instead, we will be doing zest from the skin of a lime on top of the pie. You’ll have to use less, since lime isn’t nearly as sweet as prickly pear, but the flavors will still work.” Samara wrinkled her nose. “It’s not the same, though.” I shook my head. “It’s not. But it will still taste good, at the very least.” We paraded out, carrying our little pies and limes to the dining hall. I spotted Felix right away, seated at the head of the table, looking as handsome as ever. Scattered around the long, dark wooden table were various members of the royal kitchen staff, as well as Felix’s assistant. Next to Felix was a man I had never seen in person before, but recognized from my research on the royal family–his younger brother, Prince Charles. Despite coming from the