Adrian’s POV.
The sun that morning was almost too bright, as if mocking the fact that this was our last day here.
Paris had been... something else, something that would stick with me for a long time.
But as much as I wanted to hold on to every moment, it was slipping away, just like the warm croissant crumbs Aiden and Ava were scattering all over the kitchen floor.
I walked in with Katherine, catching the tail end of the conversation. A stretch loosened my shoulders.
I smiled at the scene in front of me—a bunch of tired adults trying to wrangle two hyperactive kids. Classic.
“Morning, everyone,” I said, looking around at the group. “Are we all ready to leave paradise?”
“No!” Aiden cried dramatically, throwing his arms up. “I don’t wanna go!”
Ava stomped her foot, the most determ
