“Sure if you insist, fairy,” Calvin replied casually.

He took the plate from Lila’s hands and set it neatly on the dining table before gesturing toward her seat. “You can go back and sit.”

A ripple of quiet shock spread across the table.

Everyone had witnessed it, the way Cleopatra had effortlessly taken control of the moment, bending the atmosphere to her will. Everyone except Katie, Guinevere, and Simon looked stunned.

Guinevere’s lips curved into a thin smile.

“I wonder why a guest would want to serve so desperately,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You should leave that for the maids. After all, a guest should remain...