Peace's POV
The drive to the party venue was a long and quiet one. Peace had noticed Ryan distracted and deep in thought from the moment they stepped inside the car, so she decided to not say anything and just allow him focus on whatever it was that he was thinking about while she worried about Favour.
Ryan was busy thinking about Phillip and trying to figure out how they had been separated from their biological parents. And why they couldn't remember each other or their parents. If they had been separated at the age of six or seven, they should at least have a memory or two of each other.
"I think we are here." Peace said, tapping his hand softly to get his attention.
"You look beautiful." Ryan told peace distractedly when he turned to look at her.
"Thanks. You already said so severa
