~Book Dedication~
Being on your own doesn't mean you always have to be alone. Sometimes it's peaceful to know your safe but you have to challenge your peace to really experience life. Let yourself feel, let yourself get hurt. Guard your peace, but d...
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Grace didn't sleep well that night. Lucy slept soundly though. Her snoring was the loudest Grace had heard the entire time they had stayed together. She got up earlier gathering her stuff together and making sure they had everything.
"Ready?" George asked handing her a cup of tea. She gave him a small smile.
"No choice," Grace sighed as she accepted the cup.
The train ride was silent. Lucy noticed how tired Grace actually was when she saw the blonde trying her best to keep her head up and eyes open.
"For heaven's sake, just sleep Grace. I will wake you up when we are close," Lucy laughed at her. Grace gave her a tired smile and leaned her head against the seat.
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"Wow. There's a lot of green," George announced. The four walked across the walkway moving towards the train station.
"Have you never been outside of London, George?" Lockwood yelled. The train grew louder and louder as it got ready to take off once more.
"I visit my Gran in Sidcup," George explained. Grace stared at him letting out a laugh.
"Whose gonna tell him?" Grace asked.
"Sidcup is in London!" Lockwood smiled. They walked down the stairs hitting each other with their bags.
"Then you have your answer. Doesn't look like I've missed much," George added adjusting his bag. Grace walked forward trying to get some space. The bags hitting her legs were starting to annoy her.
"I can't believe we're going to Sir John Fairfax's house," Lockwood added. Grace looked at Lucy giving her a small laugh.
"You've got a real hard-on for him, haven't you?" Lucy asked stepping back to be beside George.
"If you wanna put it like that. He's succeeded in everything he's tried. Publishing. Show business. He didn't even start smelting until he was in his thirties. Now look at him," Lockwood explained. Lucy and Grace nodded allowing Lockwood to have his fangirl moment. "And he came from nothing too."
"Nah, he's old money. And you have a massive house in Central London." George reasoned. Grace nodded.
"Well, mortgage to the hilt, George. I'm practically a serf," Lockwood added. The group moved through the small train station exiting through the backdoor. A woman was waiting for them.
"Welcome. I'm Ellie, Mr. Fairfax's assistant. This way, please," She gestured to the car behind her. Ellie opened the trunk of the car, so they could put their bags in.
"Is Sir John-"
"He's waiting in the hall," Ellie explained. She moved towards George seeing him struggle with the bag of chains. She grunted placing the bag in the trunk.
