Nikolai stood before a mirror.
He glanced at himself, trying to picture the best possible outfit.
Although it was just a meeting, he'd also be seeing his daughters. Nikolai tried his best when meeting those three little wolves. So he rushed home and left the hospital not long after his call with Nikita, before arriving at his private mansion to prepare.
"What do you think, Leona?" He asked while wearing nothing but a tightly fitting pair of premium-grade boxers.
"Well, since you're meeting the girls... do you want a mature look, or something cool?"
The former head maid sat quietly, arms folded above her swelling stomach, watching him from behind with squinted eyes.
"Y-You're right, but I just like seeing their eyes sparkle."
"Hahaha, such a foolish man, okay. Let me see what I can do, but honestly, they'll probably prefer your smart black suit like usual, with the wine-red velvet inlay and undercoat."
