Chapter 21

• Your favorite lunch, Your Highness. Pollo al limone.”
• “Yum.” Maya put down the letter she was writing. “Pietro, you have no idea how grateful I am that you decided to leave England and work here for a while. The whole of the palace must be rejoicing. Not that the other chefs weren’t brilliant, of course,” she said hastily, and Pietro smiled as he placed a simple green salad next to the chicken.
• “I’m not cooking for the rest of the palace, madam. Just for you. Those were the prince’s orders.”