To the Emirates Stadium

The flight back to Liverpool was smooth, the private jet cruising quietly through the skies. The calm atmosphere allowed Zachary to catch up on much-needed rest, his thoughts shifting from the wedding's warmth to the intense week ahead.

Beside him, Kristin scanned her tablet, meticulously reviewing schedules and upcoming tasks. Her quiet focus reassured Zachary; she was the steady force that kept everything aligned.

As they finally descended into Liverpool John Lennon Airport, he could already feel the familiar thrill building—an electric anticipation for the week ahead.

A car awaited them on arrival, already booked by Kristin, and it took them directly to Zachary's home in Woolton. The streets were draped in late autumn hues, a sharp breeze rolling in from the Mersey as they approached the quiet neighborhood.