As Paris pushed open the door to the penthouse, the strains of childish laughter reached his ears. He stepped into the living room, only to find it transformed into a tea party wonderland.

His eyes flicked around the room, taking in the chaos – doll clothes scattered, miniature cups, plates, and an assortment of stuffed animals occupying every available chair.

"Why is there such a mess here? This isn't a playground. You're not a child anymore, even if you act like one.”