Chapter 48
“I thought the kitchen was in the basement?”
“That was the catering kitchen. On the other end of this floor is the parlor where we met Mr. Blanc this morning. This is the kitchen Aline uses every day.” Henri motioned for Vitas to sit, and his little one sat down at one end of a large wooden table.
“Aline is in the catering kitchen getting ready for the reception this afternoon. Would you like an apple turnover or a blueberry scone?”
Vitas’ face lit up with a smile. “I’ll take the scone, please. I haven’t had one since we left Ireland.”
“Some hot tea?” Henri asked.
“That would be lovely.” Vitas giggled at the thought of an Alpha playing a waiter.
“Do you want lemon, milk, or cream in your tea?”
“Milk, please.”