Imperfections of a Royal
I groaned.
"So, what are your choices, Your Highness, Your Majesty?" the chef asked. I chose butter cream and soft chocolate while Mom, you guessed it right, chose wasabi.
"Great choice, Mom," I sarcastically said.
"Tone," Mom warned and we left the pastry room.
As we were walking down the hall, Mom suddenly perked and grabbed something from her side pocket. "Ruthy, you have a note from the country of Wierxia. The leaders are coming for the party," she said then handed me a letter.
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