Aria's POV
I woke up to a call from Summer just after eight the next morning. My body was still adjusting to the time change, but I managed to drag myself into a sitting position and answer.
"I'm downstairs in the restaurant," she said cheerfully. "What would you like me to bring up for you?"
I had to smile at her thoughtfulness. Summer really was the perfect assistant—always one step ahead of me.
"Just some hot milk and toast would be great," I replied, stifling a yawn.
After breakfast, we headed out to do some shopping. Lillian had been begging me to pick up a couple of designer bags for her while I was in Paris. The luxury boutiques here were something else—all marble floors and attentive staff who looked like they belonged on magazine covers. I found the exact bags Lillian wanted
