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Her lips curled into a small smile. "Yeah. It really was."

Kimi clapped a hand on my shoulder. "You did good, sis."

I huffed out a small laugh. "Thanks."

"Now," he continued, stretching his arms, "we should probably get moving. If I'm stuck in Monaco any longer, I might actually consider quitting and living here forever."

Kyra chuckled. "Tempting, isn't it?"

I smirked, lacing my fingers with hers. "Very."

With one last glance at the sea, I inhaled deeply, letting the salty air fill my lungs before exhaling slowly.

"Alright," I said finally. "Let's go home."

As we walked away from the harbor, the warmth of the evening breeze wrapped around us. The streets of Monaco were still alive, the city buzzing with people enjoying the last golden moments of the day. The air smelled like salt, fresh bread, and something sweet, and my stomach growled at the thought of food.

Kyra, walking beside me, let out a small sigh, tilting her head toward me. "Should we eat before we head to the airport?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I don't feel like rushing. We have time."

Kimi stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Good, 'cause I'm starving."

Milo let out a small yawn from my arms, his tiny paws stretching forward before he curled back into me, his soft fur warming my skin. I gave his head a small scratch, whispering, "Tired, huh?"

Kyra chuckled beside me. "You really had to bring him everywhere, didn't you?"

I grinned. "Obviously. He's part of the team now."

She rolled her eyes playfully but leaned in to press a kiss to Milo's head before glancing up at me. "Okay, where to?"

I thought for a moment before a familiar place popped into my mind. "There's a little restaurant not too far from here, right by the cliffs. It's quiet, the view's insane, and they make the best seafood pasta I've ever had."

Kyra's eyebrows lifted in interest. "Sounds perfect."

Kimi groaned. "As long as they have something that's not fish, I'm in."

Laughing, I led the way, weaving through the cobblestone streets. The restaurant sat tucked against the edge of the cliffs, overlooking the vast stretch of sea. The last streaks of sunset painted the sky in deep oranges and soft purples, and the waves crashed softly below. It was the kind of place that felt untouched by time—small, intimate, filled with soft laughter and the clinking of glasses.

We were seated outside, the cool evening air mixing with the warmth of dim candlelight on our table. Milo settled comfortably on my lap, his tiny chest rising and falling as he dozed off.

Kimi leaned back in his chair, glancing between us. "So, back to London tonight, huh?"

I nodded, twirling the menu in my hands. "Yeah... kind of weird. Feels like we've been gone forever."

Kyra hummed in agreement. "It's gonna be strange waking up in our actual bed."

I glanced at her at our bed, my lips twitching up slightly.

She caught the look and smirked. "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. Just... I like how that sounds."

She rolled her eyes but didn't hide her smile. "You're getting sentimental on me, Blair."

I chuckled. "Maybe."

The waiter came by, taking our orders. I, of course, went for the seafood pasta, Kyra chose a grilled fish dish, and Kimi, true to form, got steak.