#CHAPTER 37: The First Supper

FELIX I arrived at the restaurant, pleased to see that it looked shiny and new, even from the outside. I knocked on the door, feeling pleased that the maids from the castle had been able to help out. When Mila opened the door, the breath got knocked out of me. She wore a slinky, silky dress that clung to her body, hitting just below the knees. The cream color set off the freckles in her skin and made her eyes pop. Her hair was twisted into a sophisticated chignon, showing off her sharp collar bones and elegant neck. Forget dinner. I was ready to have Mila for dessert. She smiled at me, unaware of the string of utterly filthy thoughts that were filling my head. “I thought we could eat here tonight,” she said, taking me by the hand. “I set up something special for us.” I was thrilled to see that the interior of the restaurant was sparkling clean. The walls were painted a sweet baby pink, and the floor was a pretty white tile that accentuated the