Luna Lyra
He popped a cannoli into his own mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
"Tell me, Luna Lyra, does it not melt in your mouth like a dream?"
“Yes, it does,” she said, giving him a thumbs up and he beamed with a smile.
He then moved on to the chocolate mousse, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "This one, now, this is a masterpiece. Rich, decadent, guaranteed to melt in your mouth." He brought some on a plate for me to taste.
Despite my initial protests, I found myself drawn to the display. The cakes were indeed a sight to behold.