Jane had taken Jasmine and Junior for a little exploration outside—just a short walk around the hotel gardens, nothing too ambitious. The London air was crisp and damp, the kind of weather that made you appreciate a warm coat and moving feet.
Jasmine had been bouncing with excitement, her new backpack slung over her shoulders, her small hand gripping the stroller handle like she was guiding a ship through uncharted waters. Junior had gurgled happily in his stroller, tiny fists waving at nothing in particular, completely unaware that he was experiencing his first real taste of England.
Cassandra watched them go from the window, a soft smile on her face. The gardens stretched below, manicured and green, and she could see Jasmine pointing at something—a bird, maybe, or a fountain—her small face lit up with wonder.
"It's good for them to get some fresh air," Cassandra said, mostly to herself.
