"Give me one moment."
Félix returned with the drinks, setting the gin and tonic in front of Leyla and keeping the Scotch for himself.
"Relax, you're safe from that speech for another couple months. Though, I have to admit the fact that you're also giving a speech at the wedding terrifies me. I don't think I want to know what stories you know or have cooked up from that." He leaned back in his seat and sipped at his drink. "I suppose I should have expected to end up surrounded by people who can easily disappear me when I went into politics."
Félix held up his drink towards her. "To finding our people."
"Thank you." The drink was highly appreciated, though it wasn't her first nor was it going to be her last.
"Well, as a maid of honour what else do you expect?" She laughed, happily. Hearing the news from Yvonne was really heartwarming. Though not that she expected anything else - if Jess took that title, she'd have faught her for it anyway. "Please, don't you know your wife?" Leyla grinned.
"It's London, Félix - I don't think many people can escape it." It was the simple truth. "To happiness." She countered.














