บท 79: Chapter 78. Carla's Dream

That morning had a certain lyricism in the air, a photogenic sky, one of those mornings when young artists were lounging on park seats and painting songbirds on their nests or squirrels dipping their tails in the water fountains.

While everyone was enjoying the cold but crisp London air, I was still working in the office. However I was not going to let those thoughts dampen my spirits and drain my energy, today had to be a successful day at the Publishing House.