Sophia’s P.O.V

One year later…

As the maids moved quietly around the living room, tidying up after the chaos of Vincent’s first birthday party, I leaned against the doorway with Nathan beside me, both of us watching in silence for a moment. The sound of wrappers crinkling and the faint scrape of shoes against the marble floor filled the air as they picked up stray ribbons and bits of confetti.

“They really outdid themselves,” Nathan muttered under his breath, ...