Starlet was sitting in the living room. Light came in from the full-length French windows facing the side garden and illuminated the room. Her daughter sat cross-legged on a sunny spot on the floor. Her dark hair caught the light and made her eyes sparkle. She was playing with her toys and mumbling to herself. They'd just had lunch and the housekeeper had already left. It was just the two of them. Star rubbed her belly. Soon it would be the four of them and she would need more help.
She marvelled at how well they'd finally adjusted here. Aurora had cried for her father whenever Star had video-called him so he could talk to his daughter. She had refused all attempts of him to talk to her. Her heart had ached every time during the call when he reassured Aurora that he would meet them soon. Star had tried to tell him to not do that. He had reasoned that he was not going to let his daughter continue crying.
