"You're finally back?" Livia shouted into her phone, heels clicking as she stormed toward the arrivals gate. "Where are you?" Sarah answered, voice thin with baby noise in the background. "Sunny's asleep. Emery texted me a picture of the cake. Why are you always ten minutes late?" "Because I have standards," Livia said. "And because Hudson likes drama. I'll give him a show." "Don't give him a heart attack," Sarah warned. "Promise me you won't—" "I promise nothing," Livia said. "Give me ten minutes. If he misses me, he's blind." "He's not blind," Sarah said. "He's just—" "Livia." The word came soft, a friend trying to be useful. "Ten minutes," Livia repeated, and she slammed the phone shut. She squeezed lipstick onto her lips in one swipe, wiped the edges with a finger, and grabbed her clutch. Frank's message pinged on her screen: ARRIVE GATE B. She smiled once, quick. Livia liked the airport. Airports meant comebacks and witnesses. "Need me to field anything?" Sarah asked before Livia hung up. "Take Sunny's nap schedule into account and hide the dessert from Lennox's mother," Livia said. "Text me if anything explodes." "Don't crush the cake," Sarah begged. Livia laughed. "I won't crush the cake. I might crush whoever tries to ruin the party." The villa door slammed behind her as she ran for the car. Emery's driver was five minutes early. Emery waved from the passenger seat