As the sleek private jet touched down at a secluded section of Heathrow Airport, Edwin felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension churning in his stomach. The grey London sky greeted them as they descended the plane's stairs, a stark contrast to the perpetual sunshine of Los Angeles they'd left behind.
"Welcome to jolly old England," Kimberly quipped, adjusting his scarf against the chilly breeze. "Ready to storm the castle, Sir Edwin?"
Edwin rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Let's just find our ride, shall we?"
As they made their way across the tarmac, bypassing the usual hustle and bustle of the main terminal, Edwin's eyes darted around, half-expecting—and hoping?—to see Lance waiting for them. Instead, they were greeted by a distinguished-looking older gentleman in
