When Lucas got home that night, the first thing he noticed was a neatly placed bag right by the door — the kind of spot no one could miss.
His name was written clearly on the front.
"Mrs. Wilson?"
The house lights were off. That was odd — the housekeeper was always around at this hour.
He picked up the bag and peeked inside — then froze.
Holding the edge gingerly between two fingers, he pulled it open a little more.
A lace maid outfit.
He dropped it immediately, as if it had burned him.
Then he noticed the sticky note attached.
"Put it on. You lost. My rules."
Right. Vivian hadn't shown up at the company today. Which meant Sophia had won the bet.
"Daddy, you're home~"
Faye came down the stairs rubbing her eyes, her bunny-eared slippers flopping softly with each step.
"Nanny Wilson had something come up, so Mommy gave her three days off."
