The plates had been cleared, laughter still hanging faintly in the air from Aria's last outrageous story. She was tugging her jacket on, and I fussed with the collar before pulling her into a tight hug.
"Text me when you get home," I murmured into her shoulder.
Aria rolled her eyes fondly. "Yes, mom. Don't forget to also call me when you are back tomorrow, okay?"
Adrien had been watching in that silent, unreadable way of his, leaning against the archway with his hands in his pockets. When I finally released Aria, his gaze flicked once to Cameron.
"Drive her home," he said.
It wasn't a question. It was a command, smooth and low, layered with an authority that left no room for debate.
Cam froze, blinking like a deer in headlights. "Wait—what? Why me? I thought I was staying over—"
