Riley POV
Monaco did not feel real.
From the moment we arrived, everything looked brighter, cleaner, and more expensive than anywhere had a right to be. White buildings climbed the hills above the sea, yachts filled the harbor, and every street seemed crowded with people wearing sunglasses that probably cost more than my first car. Racing banners hung from balconies, engines echoed between the buildings, and fans gathered behind barriers hoping to catch one glimpse of the drivers.
The children loved it immediately.
Leo kept taking photographs through the car window. Max pressed his face close to the glass every time we passed a racing car or a team truck. Sophie pointed at the yachts and asked whether Luca owned one.
“No,” he answered.
“Why?”
“Because I do not need one.”
She frowne
