Emma
The Parisian morning light streamed through the suite's windows, casting golden patterns across the breakfast table where the twins were engaged in their usual routine—Noah meticulously arranging his fruit in perfect geometric patterns while Lottie attempted to convince him that pancakes tasted better when cut into "unicorn shapes."
"Scientific studies show food consumption is unaffected by decorative configurations," Noah informed his sister, adjusting his glasses with precise fingers.
"That's because scientists don't have proper imagination," Lottie countered, wielding her fork like a wand. "Daddy, tell Noah unicorn pancakes taste better."
Dominic, who'd been unusually quiet since we'd awakened, glanced up from his tablet with a distracted smile. "I believe that falls under subj
