I committed June’s directions into memory and found the grand kitchen in the lower east end of the mansion and when I stepped in, there was so much commotion going around. Someone was hacking at a slab of meat, another person had her arms elbow deep into a chocolate doughy substance, one person was balancing a stack of beautiful china plates on both hands and two people were working on polishing up a stack of wine glasses.
Pots were bubbling on the stove, I heard the whistling of the kettle from somewhere else and a device- probably the oven- was dinging repeatedly.
It was glaringly obvious that I had picked the worst time to listen to scintillating secrets over a pot of tea with the head chef.
Someone noticed me and suddenly exclaimed, "My Luna!"
Soon, a low hush swept over the en
