Lucian Romanos

I approach the sleek Porsche SUV, Lia nestled in my arms, her tiny hands playing with my shirt. The doorman—clearly thrilled with his life choices—hands me the keys like he's been waiting for this moment his whole career. I pop open the back door and settle Lia into her seat, strapping her in like she's about to embark on a space mission.

Strolling over to the driver’s seat, I glance back toward the house. Julia hasn’t caught up yet, likely detained by Mother's.

Looks like we’ll have to wait for a while," I murmur.