Alexander's childhood
Alexander was only five when he first saw her.
It was at a wedding in New York, his uncle James Nicholas was marrying Anne in an old cathedral that smelled of incense and centuries-old wood. James was his mother’s brother, and interestingly, he and Alexander’s father had been close friends long before becoming in-laws through marriage.
Alexander didn't want to come. He loved London its cold, wet charm, its familiarity. New York felt loud and restless. But that changed the moment he saw her.
She stood on the other side of the church, near the rows of seats decorated with soft roses and golden ribbons. She laughed brightly as she held the hand of a tall man, her father, Quill Stroll, who was also a friend of Alexander’s father and Uncle James.
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