MILA
Felix was here. I swear the stone around my neck heated at the thought.
Samara walked over to my station and frowned.
“Why are you chopping vegetables?” she asked. Fiona quickly interjected.
“It’s only her second day, Samara. She needs time before she’s ready to do anything else.”
Samara waved her off. I smiled to myself behind the mask.
“I hired her to make some changes to our menu,” Samara said. “Prince Felix has heard that we are incorporating new ingredients into our dishes and taking a fusion approach moving forward. He wants to come sample the menu himself. They are considering our restaurant for an upcoming royal banquet. I assume I do not need to stress to either of you what an opportunity that would be for all of us.”
A royal banquet would raise Samara’s Place to the m
