Julia
The flight back to Manhattan was awkward, but I was glad it was short, and as though he knew I was no longer comfortable in his presence, he had his chauffeur drop us home.
“Thanks for today, Farid,” I murmured, mustering a faint smile, and he nodded.
“It was my pleasure, Habibti,” he responded with an indecipherable expression on his face. I turned and slipped into the car, where the twins were already seated without another word.
When the driver pulled into the driveway of our home, I scoffed when I saw Ryan's car parked in the driveway. Without a word, I thanked the driver, who bowed softly in response and took the kids in with me.
The aroma of freshly homemade food clouded my senses the moment I walked in. I paused by the doorway while the kids ran in excitedly to see their
