The morning sun was still shy on the London skyline, a soft golden light beginning to brush the rooftops. But inside the heart of the quiet lane of Kensington they now called theirs, something far brighter waited.
Noah stood behind Aaina, one palm gently covering her eyes, the other resting firm on her waist. Every step they took echoed slightly in the stillness.
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