Kayla's POV
We pulled up to a beautiful restaurant, and I was immediately happy. The twins had been arguing the entire drive about nothing in particular. I was relieved when we finally got out of the car.
Outside, a long line of people waited to get in. The twins walked straight past all of them without a glance, each placing a hand on my lower back.
"There was a line," I told them.
They chuckled. "That's incredibly rude," I said, and somehow that made them laugh harder. I stopped walking, crossed my arms, and glared at them.
"Calm down, mi amor — we own this restaurant," Ethan said, kissing my head. I shook my head and kept walking.
"Welcome back, Alphas — table for two?" the hostess asked. She had looked right at me when we walked in. That was pure disrespect to my face.
"Table fo
