CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
The flight had taken about an hour and around ten minutes or so and almost immediately, a car had driven them into the outskirts of London, Redhill, Surrey. It was certainly not a place she had pinned would be ideal for the Duke and his father. As they drove by, she couldn’t help but get mesmerized by the beauty and quietness of the town, all the way to its outskirts to a rather exquisite Café in form of a wooden Cabin on a hillier place. Her lips parted in surprise. It was elegant in the most natural way, overlooking a river, its rustic charm a sight to behold. If one stood outside, they would see the entire Redhill town and on the other side, the peak of Leith hill visible. This sight was spectacular and she wouldn’t mind spending a whole week in this breathtaking pl
