#CHAPTER 11: Unlikely Roommates
MILA
After Felix left the room, everyone just looked at each other, still in a state of shock. Apparently, the royal temper tantrum thrown by Charles was something unusual. Even Felix had seemed rattled, and that had set everyone else on edge. I stared at the ground, wondering if I tried hard enough, I could disappear.
A castle maid rushed into the hall and whispered something in the ear of the Royal Chef, Mrs. Barker. She nodded and pointed at something on her notepad. I could see Fiona craning her neck in an attempt to spy on what the older woman had written down. Mrs. Barker cleared her throat, and we all snapped to attention.
“Right, um, thank you all for being here today,” she said. “We have selected our three courses and our chefs to serve in the next royal banquet.”
She listed off their starter and entrée selections–both from Samara’s team, which I knew would redeem her reputation after my mistakes–before naming my prickly pear lemon pie as their chosen dessert.
“And for ou

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