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I managed to get a bit of sleep on the plane, but I felt exhausted as Daniel drove our rented car to the hotel that we’d be staying in. Kingsley looked worse than me though, clearly hungover as he cradled his head in his hands in the seat next to mine. I was sitting between him and Hunter in the back of the large SUV, while Lucas sat up front with Daniel. The car was so oversized though that there was plenty of space for us in the back. “Oh my god!” I squealed suddenly breaking the severe silence in the car. “It’s so beautiful,” I said, gazing at the Arc de Triomphe as we drove closer to it. My tiredness was forgotten as I marveled at the sight. “Can you be quiet please,” Kingsley snapped from next to me, his eyes still shut to keep out the morning light. “We’re in Paris! So no, I ca