She held one out that was a mix of reds and greens with a hint of gold. “These are Red Fire apples.” Henri took a bite. “That’s heaven. What did you call it? A Red Fire? I’ve never had anything like it.” “They’re only grown in our kingdom. My mother was the one who created the hybrid,” Snow said proudly. She used to beg her parents to tell her the story of their courtship over and over. She could picture her mother laughing. Snow, there must be something else you want to talk about!
