Jessica's car glided slowly through the expansive gates of the Davis's home. The gates had barely finished swinging open as it reacted instantly to the recognition of the car's insignia and other security escorts rolled up behind, tailing at a safe distance.
As the vehicle pulled to a smooth stop in the curved driveway, a uniformed guard briskly approached and opened the back door.
With a graceful nod of appreciation, Jessica stepped out elegantly, her heels clicking softly against the marble driveway.
She paused briefly, her hand instinctively resting on her baby bump as she noticed its movement; a tender gesture that had become second nature.
The sun filtered through the trees, casting warm speckles of light onto the pristine white stones of the estate's front yard.
Deborah, standing by the door in a neatly pressed apron, beamed as she watched Jessica approach. Her face adorned with a warm, welcoming smile, a warmth that could melt the thickest tension.
