Isabella Monroe“Walk the girls back to the cabins, Miller. Don’t leave them alone.”Sebastian Hawthorne looked at Miller and gave the order in a strict tone that left no room for argument.Miller answered with smiling obedience,“As you say, Uncle.”He and Sarah headed toward the lower stairs to go downstairs, while she clung to his arm and he made no attempt to move her away.The three of us stepped outside the restaurant’s glass doors, each complaining in our own way.Miller turned to us, brows raised in amused disapproval.“We’re not kids anymore for those kinds of orders, are we?”Sophia pursed her lips in annoyance while a sarcastic sigh slipped out of me.“I’m going downstairs... I need to drink a lot of wine, and I’m not going to care about his empty warnings.”Miller laughed at my irritated expression, while Sophia finally lifted her eyes from her phone, completely unbothered by my sharp tone toward her father.“Isabella, I’ll need your bike... where did you put the keys?”I
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