Alex’s POV
Knowing the sheer scale of the estate, we didn't need to wait for a delivery driver to navigate the winding roads of Nice to bring us junk food. The villa’s pantry was permanently stocked for every imaginable craving. The moment we crossed the threshold back into the warmth of the grand foyer, Ruby took absolute control, her inner diva effortlessly directing the household without losing a single ounce of her playful energy.
"Monique," Ruby called out, her voice smooth and carrying that regal authority that was becoming entirely natural to her. "Could you please have the sitting room set up with the plush blankets, the oversized pillows, and snacks? Popcorn, crisps, whatever chocolate we have. We're setting up for a long night."
Monique glanced at me, a brief, surprised sm
