“Luna, try this chocolate ganache!”

A spoon went flying into my mouth as I was mid-sentence. I closed my eyes to the taste and almost let out a very inappropriate moan. It was bittersweet and melted in my mouth. I looked down at Nancy, who was dressed in the cutest little chef outfit.

“It’s delicious, Chef Nancy.”

“I know!”

“Nancy!” A female chef with bright blue eyes and black hair tied up wagged her finger at Nancy. “Leave the Luna be!” Nancy ...