The luxury car slowed, its tires crunching over the fine gravel in the driveway of a magnificent house standing firm in one of New York's elite neighborhoods. The elegant architecture, characterized by towering pillars, welcomed them under the morning sky. Henry turned toward his young daughter, who still looked mesmerized as she stared out the window.
"We're here, sweetheart. Starting today, this is our new home in New York," Henry said in a soft tone, heavy with deep affection.
Zoey blinked her round eyes, gazing at the facade of the building that looked foreign yet beautiful.
"Wow... the house is so big, Daddy. But, are we not going back to England?" Zoey asked with an innocence that made Henry's heart flutter.
