“Your dessert will now be served, Master.” Leandro chimed in. The bubble of ideas above my head dispersed. I tried catching for it but Leandro’s voice was quick enough to take my attention from chasing after it when he asked, “Miss Emalia, would you prefer chocolate mousse in a dark and white chocolate shell or would you rather have the crème anglaise and fresh assorted berries?” I honestly am not aware of the two. All I’m familiar with were the chocolates and the berries he mentioned. I find it funny since for sure, Leandro should already understand by now that I always go with chocolates. Now it makes me wonder as to why he still has to ask me which dessert would I prefer to have. Even if I had to pick over a hundred selections of dessert, I’d still end up falling for anything that bl

