“Happy new year, Mr Caiden.” The receptionist beams as she hands Caiden a key card, then she proceeds to greet the triplets and send me a forced smile.
Her eyes are showing too much of the white because she's not just gaping at Caiden but at all three of my mates. Her eyes are traveling all around their body, not even waiting a second before going to another spot.
I feel like baring my teeth to her and snarling, I feel like tearing her eyes out of her head, but I cannot even muster the energy to blink, so instead I walk away with them and pretend I don't notice.
The jet lag is terrible and I'm in Paris. The city of love and art.
But it feels weird, not because I'm in the continent I tried too hard to flee from but because… I never expected my visit to Paris to be in a castle.
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