The hustle and bustle of Central Park provided a comforting backdrop as Grace strolled along its winding paths. The vibrant colors of autumn adorned the trees, and the crisp air carried the promise of a new beginning. Grace marveled at the familiar sights—the Bethesda Terrace, the Bow Bridge, and the serene waters of the JK Onassis Reservoir. Central Park, once a distant memory during her time in France, now felt like an old friend welcoming her back.
She paused near a street artist, captivated by the strokes of color on canvas, and couldn't resist purchasing a small piece to commemorate her return. The city's energy pulsed around her, a stark contrast to the subdued atmosphere of the French countryside. The honking of taxi horns, the chatter of passersby, and the distant melody of a stre
