Amelia's POV
It made my soul sink when I woke up the next morning and realised he wasn't there.
I had fallen asleep snuggled into the warmth of Luca, and I missed that warmth now as I rolled over in my cold sheets to turn off my buzzing alarm clock.
I heard a gentle knock on my door as I clambered out from between the sheets.
"Yes" I called
In walked Peter, his dark hair was ruffled and I could tell the he too had just woken up.
"We are" he stopped and yawned widely "Leaving in 10, Clayton is meeting us at the airport and mum and dad texted me last night saying that they'd meet us at the airport in Paris" he said
"Okay, who is driving?" I asked.
"Probably James, I don't really fancy it" Peter yawned again before heading out of my room.
It was very early in the morning, well before
