MasukMia's POVHugo walks away.I stand there. Watching leaves skitter across the pavement.Then someone bursts out of the restaurant door.Scarlett.She's moving fast. Too fast for someone who can barely walk straight.Morton is right behind her. "Scarlett—""LEAVE ME ALONE.""You can't drive like this.""Watch me.""You're drunk.""I'm TIPSY. There's a difference.""You had seven glasses—""SIX. I counted. Or—" She stops. Squints. "—or maybe it was seven. The point is I'm FINE."She's not fine. She's wobbling.Morton catches her elbow. "Let me drive you home.""No.""Scarlett—""I said NO." She yanks away. Too hard. Loses her balance.Morton catches her. Steadies her. His arms around her waist.For a moment they just stand there. Frozen. His arms around her. Her hands gripping his forearms.Then she pushes him away. Hard."Don't touch me.""
Mia's POVHugo and I walk a few steps away. Far enough the children can't hear. Close enough I can still see them."I apologize," he begins. "The story was inappropriate.""You were trying to help.""I was trying to practice medicine without consent. There's a difference." He pauses. "But as a physician, I have an obligation to provide accurate medical information. Even when it's uncomfortable.""Hugo—""Please. Let me say this." He looks at me directly. His eyes serious. "Bone marrow donation from a child is not without risk. Anesthesia. Pain. Small chance of complications. I won't minimize that.""I know.""But." He holds up a hand. "The risks are manageable. The pain is temporary. The marrow regenerates completely. Within weeks, the child is physically exactly as they were.""Physically," I repeat. Catching it."Yes. Physically they recover. Emotionally is more complex. Some children process it positively. They helped someon
Mia's POVEveryone stares."Don't what?" Sophie asks innocently."Don't do a contract marriage. Don't do a fake marriage. Don't do any—" She waves her hand in a circle. "—any arrangement where you think you can keep feelings out of it.""I'm not—""I'm WARNING you." Scarlett leans forward. Nearly tips out of her chair. Morton's hand shoots out. Steadies her. "You think you're so smart. So sophisticated. You think you can have the benefits without the—the—" She snaps her fingers. Trying to find the word. "—the heart stuff.""Heart stuff?" Thomas repeats."YES. The heart stuff. The feeling stuff. The part where you wake up next to someone and they're—they're—" Her voice gets wobbly. "—they're supposed to mean nothing but they mean EVERYTHING and you can't take it back and you're RUINED.""Scarlett," Morton says. Very gently. "Maybe we should get you home.""I don't want to go home. I want to stay here and warn people about contract marriages because they're STUPID and I was STUPID and—"
Mia's POVHugo's voice shifts. Gets that particular storytelling quality that makes even adults lean in."The knight had three loyal companions," he begins. His hands gesture like he's painting the scene in the air. "A falcon who could fly faster than the wind. A hound who never tired. And a small dragon who—""DRAGONS!" Alexander nearly falls out of his chair. "I KNEW there would be dragons!""How big is the dragon?" Madison asks breathlessly."About this big." Hugo holds his hands maybe three feet apart. "Young. Still learning to fly properly.""That's not very big for a dragon," Ethan observes. "Most dragons in literature are depicted as enormous. Large enough to—""This is a special dragon," Hugo interrupts gently. "A rare breed. They stay small but they're very strong."Across the table, Scarlett reaches for the prosecco bottle again. Her aim is slightly off. The bottle wobbles.Morton catches it before it tips. "Scarlett—""I'm fine." She over-enunciates each word. "Perfectly. F
Mia's POVThe table goes silent.Every adult freezes.Madison's hand grips my arm. "Mommy, what's sex life?"Oh God."It's—" I start."I know!" Alexander announces. He's still standing on his chair. "It's when grown-ups use very BIG voices to say 'GOOD' to each other!"Ethan nods seriously. "Very loud. We hear it sometimes when Uncle Morton visits Aunt Scarlett.""HEARD," Morton corrects, his face now the color of the tomatoes in the burrata. "Past tense. That doesn't—we don't—""And sometimes they say 'OH GOD,'" Madison adds helpfully. "Like they're praying. Very loudly."Thomas chokes on his prosecco."We understand grown-up stuff," Alexander continues proudly. "We're very mature."My head is pounding. This is not happening. This cannot be happening."Sweethearts," I say carefully. "That's not—""Yes it is," Ethan insists. "Grown-ups say 'good' very loudly. Sometimes 'yes' too. Sometimes 'don't stop.' It means they're happy about life. Sex life. Like...six life? But spelled differen
Mia's POVSophie appears beside us. The champagne bottle is nearly empty."No," she announces. "Absolutely not. We are not ending this celebration in a parking lot like peasants. We are going somewhere fabulous. Somewhere with food and more champagne and possibly dancing.""It's one in the afternoon," Scarlett points out."So? The French eat lunch at one. We are being culturally appropriate.""You just want an excuse to drink more.""I don't need an excuse. I'm French. We don't believe in excuses for champagne. We believe in champagne for everything."Thomas is standing next to Sophie. Close. His shoulder almost touching hers."She has a point," he says."You're enabling her," Morton observes."Someone should."Sophie spins to face Thomas. Her red dress swirls. "Did you just agree with me?""Don't let it go to your head.""Too late. It's already there. Swimming in all the champagne."Scarlett is watching this exchange. Her arms are crossed. Her expression is carefully neutral but her







