Chapter 9 An Eventful Dinner

Dora's POV

King stalked out of Mon Beau, fuming. How dare she continue moping over some worthless old trinket when he had just lavished her with the finest riches?

Derek scrambled to gather up the mountain of glossy shopping bags and escort me back to the car. I kept my eyes downcast, too afraid to meet King's furious gaze.

As we drove back towards the mansion, my stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. I hadn't eaten anything since that morning.

King's anger transformed to concern in an instant. "You must be famished, pet. We'll stop for dinner right away."

"Oh, no that's not necessary!" I protested weakly, but King would have none of it.

"Nonsense. Only the finest dining experience for my queen," he declared. Before I could object further, he had directed Derek to pull up in front of Le Lys Blanc, the most elite five-star restaurant in the city.

I balked as we entered the grand foyer with its soaring ceilings, massive crystal chandeliers, and ornate gilded details. The patro