I’d like nothing more than to escape to my room for an early bedtime. But not before dessert. Never run before dessert. When—if—I’m queen, perhaps I’ll make this my motto. I take a bite of tiramisu, barely holding back a groan. Creamy, delicious, rich—it’s the kind of food that would have me tempted to lick my plate if I weren’t surrounded by people. I do my best to pace myself, but it’s a challenge.
