The tropical storm had fully cleared by dawn, leaving behind a crisp, cool breeze that swept over the wet palm trees of the Sentosa estate. Sunshine glinted off the ocean waves in the distance, turning the sea into a sheet of sparkling silver.
Inside the main living room, the shattered glass from the night before had already been swept away by the house staff. The heavy mahogany doors were temporarily replaced by temporary wooden panels, but the warm smell of freshly brewed coffee and hot buttered toast filled the home, bringing a sense of simple, human comfort back to the estate.
Sophia sat on the plush velvet sofa, wrapped in a soft cashmere cardigan over her simple white cotton blouse. Her dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders. In her lap, three-week-old Clara rested peacefully,
