I woke up this morning and I took a shower. Once finished I walked into me and Grayson's closet. I got dressed in a Harvard T-shirt and some black Nike leggings. I grabbed one of my gray scrunchies I put it on my wrist. I went into the bathroom and straightened my hair. Then I put it into a ponytail. I grabbed my Nike lanyard with my keys. I slipped on some gray fuzzy socks and my Birkenstock's.
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I put on a little mascara then I walked into the kitchen to see Gray with Sierra in his arms.
"Good morning." I say walking up to him.
"Mornin mommy. Daddy's making breakfast." Sierra says.
"Good morning love." Grays says hugging me with his free arm.
"Whatcha making?" I ask wrapping my arms around him.
"Oat meal for Sierra. Avocado toast for me and you." He says.
"Ok sounds good." I reply.
After we eat I go into the living room with my computer in one arm and Sierra in the other. I sit down on the couch and Sierra sits next to me leaning her head on my shoulder. I place my computer on my lap and open it up. I start to go through all my emails replying to every one of them. I see an email and once I see the email address I start to tear up.
"Grayson Ethan, come here!" I yell. Grayson comes into the room with Ethan behind him.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Ethan and Grayson ask in unison. I motion for them to come over. They walk over to me and they look at my computer.
"Dear Dolan's, We are happy to invite you to the Louis Vuitton Paris Fashion Week. Held in you guessed it. Paris, France. This event will be held from. June 18th to June 20th. Your flight back to Los Angeles is June 22 at 6am. Your flight to Paris is June 17th at 8pm. -The Louis Vuitton crew." I read the email aloud.
"Oh my god. Are you serious?" Grayson says standing up.
"Yeah. Looks serious." Ethan says.
"Wait the 18th through the 20th? Sierra's birthday is the 21. And they said we can stay a day longer." I tell them.
