Maya's POV
December 24th dawned crisp and silent in Bath. Stepping from the Dixon residence, the frigid air made my breath form small white puffs, and the ancient streets stretched nearly deserted before us. Only scattered figures hurried past clutching final gift parcels while occasional vehicles navigated the weathered stone pathways.
Sebastian's fingers intertwined with mine through our gloves, his warmth radiating even through the thick fabric. Something enchanting surrounded this moment, wandering these familiar roads from his childhood while experiencing Bath's beauty for my very first time through fresh eyes.
"See that structure there," he indicated toward an impressive edifice adorned with stately columns. "The Assembly Rooms hosted the grandest social gatherings throughout the 1700s."
"It appears lifted directly from a historical drama," I observed, absorbing the Georgian architecture surrounding us completely.
