While Camilla and Bradford were enjoying some romancing and dancing under the moonlight stars and ocean waves, back in London, England, Grace, and Jullian doing their thing.
London had its own rhythm. It was chaotic, polished, and just a little bit pretentious. Grace had spent the day in a high-rise office talking tax strategies with a client who thought spreadsheets were a personality trait.
After that long day, she deserved a drink. Hell, she deserved three.
Her phone buzzed just as she stepped onto the bustling sidewalk. A message from Jullian.
Jullian: Meet me at The Balfour in thirty minutes. I've booked a private booth. I’ll make it worth your while.
A slow smirk curved her lips.
Grace: That so? Planning something dangerous?
Jullian: Only if you consider my hands on your thi
