Pizza and bedtime

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*Ashley* As I stand in the stunning penthouse, I feel a mix of wonder and uncertainty. The view is breathtaking, and the space feels alive with potential. Lucas walks over to me, a spark of excitement in his eyes. “How about we order some pizza?” “Pizza sounds perfect,” I reply, relieved to focus on something light and familiar. “Alexander is going to love that.” Lucas turns to Alexander, who is still glued to the window, eyes wide with amazement. “Hey, buddy! How hungry are you? We’re ordering pizza. You have to taste real New York pizza, especially after flying all this way.” Alexander spins around, a big grin on his face. “Can we get pepperoni? It’s my favorite!” “Pepperoni it is,” Lucas says with a chuckle, pulling out his phone. I watch as he taps away, placing the order. The eas

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