Julia
There was an awkward stretch of silence after Lucien spoke. My eyes drifted to him, already seated and looking out the window like he hadn't just said the most outlandish thing ever.
Farid cleared his throat, dousing the flames of the awkward atmosphere. My gaze snapped to his, and I mustered a friendly smile, choosing not to comment on what my son had just said.
“Come, come, have a seat; we're about to take off,” he said, pointing to the seat beside Lucien's, and I nodded, taking Olivia's hand and helping her onto it before securing her seatbelt and doing the same for Lucien.
I slipped into the seat opposite the twins', which was separated by a table of some sort that had some magazines on it. Farid slipped into the seat adjacent to ours without another word.
'Good morning Ladi
