After everything finally settled—the awards, the ceremony, the endless congratulations—Dayo stood in the hotel lobby with his family and felt something rare: calm.
They were meant to leave Paris that night, but as he looked at his parents and siblings, he spoke up.
"Why don't we stay one more day?" Dayo said. "Just one. No schedule."
His mother looked surprised. "One more day?"
"Yes," he replied. "We didn't really enjoy the city."
"And more so, we haven't gone to the Eiffel Tower," Janet said, literally jumping, and even his brother Jeffrey nodded.
Dayo smiled. "So you want to go to the Eiffel Tower?"
"Yes," Janet nodded.
He looked at his parents, whose eyes were bright with excitement—they had been wanting to go too.
After a short discussion, they agreed.
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The next morning, Janet was surprisingly the first to wake up. She was usually the last, but the visit to the tower seemed to be on her mind.
After dragging everyone up, they finally got dressed.
Eiffel Tower.
