“Mademoiselle, we have a special dessert prepared for you this evening.”

The server sets a small delicate plate in front of me with a single macaron on it.

“This is a little anticlimactic.” I look over to find Edward watching me.

“Go ahead,” he encourages.

I don’t claim to be an expert, but I haven’t met a macaron I didn’t like. “I wonder what flavor it is.”

Picking it up, I notice immediately it doesn’t feel right. Something is wrong with the macaron.

“Open it,” Edward suggests.

“I think I know how to eat a macaron, and you don’t open it.”

He grins. “Trust me. You do with this one.”