We soon arrived at the mansion my father bought a few months ago. Now I understood why he was so interested in a property in New York even though I disagreed. Of course! He had already planned everything in advance, he would accept the invitation to Fashion Week that he had rejected for years and bring us all to be part of such an important event.
I carried Tristan in my arms to enter the ostentatious mansion, and he soon woke up, looking around curiously and fixing his gaze on me as if asking where we were.
"We've arrived, my love." I said, and he sleepily looked at the house that was completely unfamiliar to him, and to me too.
"Do you want some water?" He nodded, and I reached for his special water cup to give him a drink.
"Look who woke up, Sleeping Beauty." Abby approached me as
