At this mont, so of the other kids and parents, who started this costu competition earlier than Katherine Quinn and her group, were already dressed up. So wore theatrical costus, so wore cosplay outfits—everyone mixed and matched regardless of gender, making it quite amusing to watch.
And so parents, when dressed up, look particularly comical, causing continuous laughter from that side. However, Kyle Kinston and Katherine Quinn, this father-daughter duo, were silently facing each other without words. Of course, the silent one was Kyle; his little one kept chattering nonstop.
One mont she said to hurry, to win a spot, another mont she talked about how much she wanted that Kitty’s Ho, and another, she said how beautiful her dad would look in costu, definitely worthy of being on TV because he was often on TV.
Listening to this, the teacher nearby began to tremble in the wind.
Kyle remained silent, while the little one blinked her eyes, suddenly looking a bit pitiful, "Daddy doesn’t like competing with Ivy?"
Unexpectedly, his heart softened. Even though the child’s eyes resembled his, her facial outline, nose, and lips were quite like Mabel Quinn’s, and he...
"Ah, it seems Kyle Kinston is crouching down, probably planning to let Ivy dress him up," Alice Conley said. "But... uh, what kind of clothes is Ivy planning to dress Kyle Kinston in? Looks like a woman’s theatrical costu."
Mabel Quinn looked too—it appeared to indeed be a female theatrical costu, gorgeously bright red, edged with gold trim, looking quite splendid.
But no matter how splendid, it couldn’t change the fact it was won’s attire.
Kyle Kinston... actually willing? Mabel Quinn was sowhat surprised, only watching her daughter put the costu piece by piece on Kyle Kinston, while he cooperated with her actions in the so-called "competition."
When the Yu Ji costu was finally fully on Kyle Kinston, there wasn’t much laughter around; instead, there was more of a gasp of astonishnt.
Even Alice Conley couldn’t help but mutter, "I say, how does Kyle Kinston, this guy, wearing this costu, give a... uh, stunning feeling? Add a wig and he could directly go shoot period dramas."
Indeed, Mabel Quinn had the sa feeling; the bright red costu didn’t look ridiculous at all, but instead astonishing, forming a sharp contrast with other parents dressed in theatrical or cosplay costus nearby.
His appearance was originally handso; even now, expressionless, he seed even more alluring, making even the previously bewildered teacher next to him sowhat dazed—this was completely different from expectations.
"Katherine Quinn, is this your daddy?" Another child from the sa class asked Katherine Quinn.
"Yeah." The little one replied, "Now, I’m also soone with a daddy."
"Your daddy is so pretty, prettier than your mommy," the child remarked.
"..." Kyle remained silently silent again, not feeling it was much of a complint, while his daughter continued, "I think my mommy is still prettier, mommy slls so nice, daddy doesn’t sll nice."
So, the two kids debated who was prettier between Kyle Kinston and Mabel Quinn, and the parent standing next to the child smiled at Kyle Kinston, greeting, "Hello, don’t mind the kids’ words. I’m familiar with all the parents in this class, but it’s still my first ti seeing you. May I know your na?"
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