-- Back to 4 days ago --
The heavy oak door to the Tang family's family room didn't just open; it was breached.
In strode Aldo, a human contradiction who made the brain short-circuit.
He was a monument of muscle, nearly two meters of pure, disciplined brawn, currently stuffed into a maid uniform that was, to put it mildly, fighting for its life.
The frilly apron looked like a paper napkin on a grizzly bear, and the mini skirt… well, the less said about the mini skirt, the better.
Perched incongruously on his head was a long blonde wig that shimmered under the chandelier light.
Even after a week of this, the effect remained the same. The entire Tang family, a collection of people who thought they had seen it all, collectively held their breath. It was like watching a unicorn try to parallel park a monster truck.
Everly, however, was unfazed. She simply raised an eyebrow, the picture of calm amidst the chaos.
"Aldo, what's the situation?"
