When both sides of the automated doors slid in opposite directions as Lily approached them, all she felt was pure, unfiltered excitement.
With her right hand pulling her box beside her, her left holding onto her purse with her phone buried inside, her feet led her out of the Heathrow International airport in London.
It was a bright day, the sky lit up by the big round sun, as well as the street lights that weren't on but gave the impression of illumination. Car lights, although barely visible were still on, adding brightness to the city. She could already tell it was a beautiful city and the air hugged her skin like silk.
Walking beside her, on the right, was the slightly taller, young lady that held out a card with her name, Lily Grant, boldly written on it. She found her holding it up while waiting at the other end of the receiving tape.
