Penny's POV
Months had slipped by since that tense dinner meeting with the Gallian investors, and the storm clouds had finally begun to clear.
London autumn had settled over the city like a golden blanket, transforming Hyde Park into a masterpiece of amber and crimson that I could admire through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our office building. The bite in the morning air now demanded heavy wool coats and cashmere scarves, while darkness crept in earlier each afternoon. I had found my rhythm in this ancient city, grown accustomed to Felicity's sacred three o'clock tea ceremonies, and still felt a flutter of joy whenever those iconic red double-deckers rumbled past our glass facade.
