The Eve Of The Coronation

"Not there!" Sara exclaimed, a burst of bright laughter escaping her throat as she lunged forward, waving her hands in a frantic attempt to stop him.

Enzo stood by the sprawling marble counter, a confident grin plastered across his handsome face. He held a silver bowl filled with freshly sliced dessert apples. Before Sara could intercept his movements, he tipped the bowl forward with a flourish.