#CHAPTER 8: Put on the Spot

MILA As Samara led me and Fiona out to the main dining room, I could feel my heart hammering in my throat. I could only pray that I wouldn’t have to say anything or look at the Prince. And that I didn’t just burst into tears on the spot. Would Felix recognize me? I was quite literally carrying his missing property. I could only hope that my chef’s uniform and mask would conceal my identity–and what I was wearing around my neck. Samara took us to a small private room just off the main section of the restaurant. Felix was dining with two other people, a man and a woman, both of whom were dressed elegantly in clothes that surely cost more than my yearly salary. When Felix saw me, he smiled. That smile made my knees go weak against my will. Those were the same kind eyes that had gazed into mine only two days ago. With his charming air and expensive clothes, it was frankly a miracle I hadn’t realized he was the prince on the day we met. He was every bit a royal. I couldn’t be