Chapter 96: Reservations at Dinner

Calla’s POV

By the time we got back to the suite, all three of us were exhausted. Cleo’s eyes were barely staying open on their own, and even Vaughn looked worn out—and he never looked worn out, so that was saying something. I felt that pleasant ache of a day spent in the sun, the kind that made you want to collapse into bed and sleep for twelve hours.

But Giselle had made dinner reservations for