Even as he tried to center himself, his heart gave in.

He sighed, a mix of frustration and acceptance, swung open the car door, and decided it was best to take her home.

Exiting the car, he missed Ariana's faint whisper, saying, "Theodore, stay." Soon enough, she was swept into a deep sleep.

Holden got out of the car and cradled Ariana, making his way to the villa's front door.

He rang the bell. It was Melon who answered. The child had been waiting, worried since Ariana hadn't returned. Seeing Holden holding Ariana in that state, alarm flashed in his eyes.

"Mommy, what's wrong with you?" he exclaimed, voice shaky.

Holden was quick to soothe him.

"She's fine. Just had a bit too much to drink."

As he carried Ariana inside, it took Melon a moment to compose himself from the sudden wave of emotions.

“Where should I take her?" Holden asked.

“Upstairs. I'll show you," Melon replied, leading the way with quick, little steps.

In the bedroom, as Holden was setting Ariana on the bed, she suddenly sat upright, waving an arm.

"More drinks! Let's keep the party going!"

Gently, Holden eased her back down.

"You've had plenty tonight. We'll see about tomorrow."

But Ariana wasn't so easily convinced.

"I want more!" She squirmed and protested in various ways.

It took a good thirty minutes, but finally, she drifted to sleep.

Rubbing his temples, Holden marveled at his own patience throughout the ordeal.

He took a moment to tidy up Ariana, wiping her brow and taking off her shoes, ensuring she slept comfortably.