A few days later, Franklin found himself sitting on a wide picnic mat beneath the open sky, watching Tristan chase Rose across the grass while Frederick and Sienna's friends gathered around them in what everyone insisted on calling a picnic, even though it felt more like an awkward reunion disguised by kids and takeaway containers.
They hadn't gone to a club this time, mostly because of the children and partly because Sienna had insisted it would be "healthier," which Franklin silently translated as less embarrassing if things got tense.
There was no alcohol either, just bottled drinks, fruit cups, and food spread out on napkins that fluttered gently in the breeze.
Franklin actually loved it. The quiet ambiance of the park wrapped around him in a way that made his shoulders loos
