Moving to London was a breeze and what a relief to be free of Philippe who had even had the nerve to accuse her of running away.
She arrived in December to sausages and mash, log fires and an easy familiarity. Her new company put her up at a plush hotel in Richmond while she settled in to finding her way about.
By far the nicest hotel around, stood proudly on the side of Richmond Hill, providing a grande view of the River Thames. An unrivalled landscape immortalized in paintings by Sir Joshua Reynolds and J.M.W. Turner. Oh yes, this was a fresh start indeed.
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