Lyle held two suitcases in one hand and gripped Ephyra's hand with the other as they walked toward the cars parked in the lot of the hotel.
Ephyra was still complaining—she'd been doing so ever since they started packing. Groaning, she rubbed her cheek against Lyle's shoulder and muttered, "Ugh, I'm going to miss the time we spent here. I'm really, really, really going to miss it, Lyle. Lyle, do you think we're going to come here again? or maybe somewhere else? Why don't we go to Paris next time? Once I'm done with college. Okay, no—once it's the holidays, I'll come, and we can go somewhere else."
She tilted her face up to grin at him. "What do you think? It's great, not being cooped up in your mansion every single time. I knew my idea was perfect. This was perfect. And besides," she added with a teasing glint in her eyes, "you got your greatest gift."
Lyle raised a brow, looking down at her with amusement softening his expression. "And what greatest gift did I get?"
