The evening lights of Marina Bay shimmered across the calm waters as Timothy's car pulled up to the front of Marina Bay Sands. The iconic towers glowed like pillars of gold against the darkened sky, the infinity pool above gleaming faintly under the stars.
Inside the grand lobby, Timothy spotted his mother, Evelyn, standing gracefully near one of the marble columns. She was dressed in a soft beige blouse and a pearl necklace — simple, yet dignified. Beside her was his younger sister, Angela, wearing a white floral dress, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone.
"There you are!" Angela said, waving as Timothy approached. "We thought you got caught in another meeting."
Timothy smiled faintly as he kissed his mother's cheek. "I did, but it's done for the day. Just us three tonight."
Evelyn returned his smile, her expression warm but tired. "Where's Hana? I thought she's always with you during business trips."
