Back in London, England, everything was moving smoothly. It was still a regimented city bustling with its remarked essence. But since the British Grand Prix was the next race on the calendar, the city and the country as a whole had begun adopting new norms that had been abandoned since last year's June.
Luca's villa property remained standing strong, its everlasting soft mood still intact. The afternoon light glowed gently through the wide glass panes that faced the courtyard, and this ventilated that usual narcotic aura. The villa had been very quiet for many days and weeks because Luca was now living in Germany, and Mrs. Rennick preferred to mostly stay in Clapham.
So, the property was left in the care of cleaners who came regularly to make sure it remained sparkling clean and beautiful. Sophia and Isabella also had unrestricted access to the villa, so they always came here just when feeling like it, or to work in peace, like in Isabella's case.
