As Isabelle stepped out of the private jet, the brisk winter air of New York City enveloped her. The towering skyscrapers, their facades adorned with twinkling holiday lights, stood sentinel against the grey, overcast sky. A light dusting of snow had fallen overnight, casting a serene, pristine blanket over the bustling streets.
Isabelle took a deep breath, savouring the crisp, invigorating atmosphere. She had grown fond of the city's familiar sights and sounds during her years with Rayleigh. Whether it was during their long-distance relationship or when they moved in together after becoming engaged, she had grown fond of the city's familiar sights and sounds.
