"Rise and shine, beauty!" Louis sang, his voice echoing through the room.
Violette's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up with a start, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Louis, what are you doing here? And why are you singing?"
"I brought breakfast," he said, holding up a tray with a charming smile. "And I couldn't resist serenading my favorite person."
Violette's embarrassment deepened, but she couldn't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous, Louis."
"That's why you love me, isn't it?" he teased, setting the tray down on her lap.
Violette rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "I don't know what I feel, but I think it's more like tolerance."
Louis chuckled. "Well, tolerance is a good start. Now, eat up! We have a big day ahead of us."
Violette took a bite of her breakfast, savoring the flavors. "So, what's the plan?"
"We're going back to London," she said, a determined look in her eyes. "And I want you to promise me something."
