"Or we could eat first," Paris countered, afraid that whatever was in the diary might make her lose her appetite.
London smiled and removed the pasta. "You always wanted to taste real Italian pasta, so Grant helped me get this from an Italian restaurant."
"I can't wait to taste it," Paris's eyes widened with expectation, and Denver took note of what she likes when London brought the food over.
About to feed Paris because of the still-connected IV on her hand, Denver took it from her. "I will feed her."
After feeding her the soup, Paris was comfortable with him and did not refuse his offer.
London smiled as she watched Denver's gentle ways towards Paris. Her eyes turned moist.
This was the first time she saw anyone caring for her sister like that, and it touched her heart deeply.
