Chapter 47: Flickered Attraction.

I woke up to an excited chirping Andrew by eight in the morning. He kept chirping about the full day he has planned for us.

We showered and dressed, and by nine, we made our way to Kesington High Street.

It is a frigid, gray day, and as I slid on my aubergine leather gloves trimmed with rabbit fur, I shivered. "Why is London more cold than the actual temperature?" I asked Andrew.

"It's the dampness in the air," he said. "Permeates every layer of clothing."

"Yeah," I said, shivering. "It's downright bone-chilling. Glad I wore my boots."

"Mhmmhmm," Andrew acknowledged.

We started walking in a faster clip to keep warm and I found myself at the entrance of Holland Park, both of us slightly out of breath.

"Of all the parks in London, this is my favorite," Andrew said, beaming. "It has such an intimate, romantic aura."

"Are you trying to tell me something, Andrew?" I joked, as I linked my arm around his.

He smiled, rolled his eyes, and shook me off. "Yeah. I'm about to propose. How'