CHAPTER 4
The passing view of London as the taxi cruised through the busy streets was vastly superior to the last time Emilia had been here. The sun was shining, the tree-lined avenues looked lush and vibrant and the hundreds of tourists wandering the pavements were cheerful and happy. The drab, grey, wintery London she’d encountered was a distant, vaguely fuzzy memory.
Seb, fascinated by the gorgeous centuries-old buildings and the much newer architecturally unique skyscrapers, had his phone out the window and was frantically snapping as many photos as the quickly moving taxi would allow. She knew he was itching to get to a pad and pencil so he could get down on paper what he was seeing. No doubt, upon their return to Ithaca, he’d disappear into his studio for a few days.
It wasn’t
