I slipped into my white full-sleeve shirt, its fabric light and airy, paired with deep blue high-waisted jeans. The billowing sleeves offered some reassurance, a small blessing against London's unpredictable weather. One moment it's a torrential downpour, making a sweater feel like the only logical choice, and the next, it's a stifling heatwave that makes one long for nothing more than to shed every piece of clothing. The city's capricious climate made dressing a daily gamble, but at least my 'gentleman' had specified warmth, so here I was.

Kathy raised an eyebrow, popcorn in hand, as she regarded me with curiosity. "So, you're actually going?"