Meanwhile, Luke was also choosing an outfit for Hera, packing it into a separate suitcase.
It seemed he had a different style in mind for her to wear after the race, considering they would be celebrating with everyone afterward.
By the time Hera stepped out of the bathroom, five suitcases were lined up outside her walk-in closet.
She couldn't help but take a second look as she dried her face with a towel.
The men, each prepared a suitcase, were now lounging on the sofa, sipping coffee and engrossed in a financial newspaper.
They sat in silence, their expressions mirroring those of grumpy husbands in the midst of a cold war, though in this case, they were silently at odds with their co-husbands.
Hera couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, amusement dancing in her eyes.
With a lighthearted giggle, she dashed to the walk-in closet to change her clothes.
