After ending the call, Jake and Amity sat in comfortable silence, watching the London evening darken beyond their windows. The challenges ahead, Marcus, the press, and the enormous scope of their foundation felt manageable now that they had both family support and a clear strategy.
"Are you nervous?" Jake asked eventually.
"About Paris? Not about what we're building together?" Amity replied, her expression softening as she looked at Jake. "Terrified, but in the best possible way."
"I feel the same," Jake admitted. "Like we're standing on the edge of something enormous."
Amity leaned her head against his shoulder. "I used to be afraid of heights."
"And now?"
"Now I'm ready to fly."
The following weeks passed in a whirlwind of preparation. Their London townhouse gradually transformed
