Zevian patiently waited by the car parked in front of their house, arms crossed, looking visibly frustrated. His dark brows were furrowed, his eyes ready to shoot daggers and kill anyone who dared to talk to him.
Nearby, John stood quietly, already dressed and prepped for whatever task awaited him today. He wasn't foolish enough to ask questions, especially not with his boss in a mood like this. Little did John know, he had somehow become the tag-along bait for the day, trapped with the trio.
Before Zevian could release another sigh, a squeal of excitement greeted them from the main door.
"Daddy!" Kiana's voice chimed brightly, running down the large marble steps of their house at lightning speed. She stopped right in front of him, twirling around in her new outfit. "Look! We're all matchy-matchy!"
