It was evident that choosing a particr outfit from the five prepared would spark jealousy among the men, potentially leaving one of them sulking for the entire day.


    She might even be used of ying favorites.


    Yet, even if they didn’t voice their feelings, it was clear that someone would feel a twinge of disappointment.


    Their meticulous selection of dresses, tailored to her style, warmed her heart.


    It reflected not only their attention to detail but also their genuine desire to support and show their affection for her by caring to know what she likes.


    This thought brought a smile to her face, making her appreciate their efforts even more.


    Hera gazed at the clothes for a moment, contemting her choice.


    Outside the walk-in closet, the five men asionally nced at the door, eager to see which outfit she would select.


    They tried to y it cool, but their eyes betrayed them as they subtly observed each other, all secretly hoping for Hera’s approval while feigning indifference.


    The tension in the air was palpable, a silentpetition that only added to the yful atmosphere.


    Dave was flipping through the newspaper upside down, feigning indifference as he casually sipped his coffee, pretending that he wasn’t particrly nervous about the situation.


    Leo, on the other hand, wore a serious expression, engrossed in the articles as if they held the key to the universe.


    Luke lounged back on the couch, legs crossed and looking carefree, yet he hadn’t moved past the same line in the newspaper since he settled in.


    The others fared no better, each hiding their anxiety behind a facade of pride, unwilling to show how much they truly cared about Hera’s choice.


    It wasn’t that they wanted topete over every little thing involving Hera; rather, the thought of her wearing the outfits they had carefully selected for her—smiling and praising their taste—was simply too enticing to ignore.


    Each of them had done their research, learning about what girls appreciate and enjoy.


    They discovered that many women love coordinating outfits with their partners, so they aimed to embody that sentiment.


    The dresses they prepared for Hera featured subtle hints of their own colors or vibes, creating an understated couple’s look without being too obvious.


    They all hoped this would give them an edge over the others, showcasing their thoughtfulness and style.


    When Hera stepped out of the walk-in closet, she was dressed in a perfect blend of everything they’d each chosen, and the men could only nce at each other and chuckle—it meant nobody had truly "won."


    She was rocking a chic, sassy look that made her appear like a fashionable college student.


    She wore a fitted navy blue tank top that entuated her youthful, glowing face and her ample breast, paired with crisp, tight-fitting white cks and 5-inch Christian Louboutin Kate heels.


    Her look waspleted with a stylish cream trench coat, adding an air of sophistication.


    Each piece she wore had been chosen by one of the men: Dave had selected the heels, Zhane the trench coat, Luke the top, Xavier the cks, and Leo the essories—a ruby ne and a chic hair ribbon.


    With a few extra touches to match her own style, Hera looked absolutely stunning.


    As she approached them with a confident smile, Dave couldn’t help but let out a low whistle, clearly impressed.


    Each of them had carefully picked out an outfit they thought would suit her best for the asion, drawing inspiration from Hera’s previous looks and her unique style.


    But when she emerged wearing a blend of each piece, it was clear she had made the thoughtful choice to show she wasn’t favoring anyone.


    Seeing her in this mix of their selections spoke volumes, and they couldn’t help but feel both understanding and admiration for her gesture.


    With knowing smiles, they all nodded in appreciation as they weed her warmly.


    "You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart," Dave said, setting his newspaper aside without a second thought.


    He stood up, taking a moment to walk around Hera, admiring her outfit from every angle with a satisfied grin.


    Zhane reached for her hand, giving it a gentle kiss as he nodded approvingly, clearly appreciating her thoughtful choice.


    He chuckled softly, admiring not only her style but her quick thinking and the way she reassured everyone with such a simple gesture.


    "Shall we head down for breakfast?" Leo asked, standing up and taking Hera’s hand with a warm smile.


    He gestured for her to follow him downstairs, his other hand effortlessly picking up the suitcase he’d packed for her.


    The others rose from their seats as well, each grabbing their own suitcase with a chuckle, epting their friendly defeat as they joined Leo and Hera, amused but thoroughly charmed by her thoughtful gesture.


    Reassured by Hera’s thoughtful gesture, they each fell naturally into their roles around her.


    No one felt the need to force a superficial unity or indulge in petty rivalries anymore.


    Though they still exchanged yful banter and butted heads asionally, the atmosphere felt lighter and more rxed—like friends simply preparing for a casual outing.


    Together, they guided Hera down the stairs, where Amy and Hannah were already setting the table with a spread of delicious dishes, ready for everyone to enjoy breakfast.


    "Are we sure driving to the venue is the best option?" Zhane asked thoughtfully, pulling out a chair for Hera as Leo guided her to sit.


    "It’s still a 3–4 hour drive, and Hera won’t be able to restfortably on the way."


    "No need; the national race team and Hera’s crew are already at the venue, checking all the equipment," Xavier replied, scooping some soup and setting it gently in front of her.


    "I sent her assistant and manager ahead to ensure everything she’ll be using is in perfect condition. Let’s just take the helicopter again—it’ll be faster and morefortable for Hera."


    When Hera heard the words "helicopter again," it brought back memories of thest time she heard one taking off—right after she unexpectedly got her period.


    She suddenly realized that these men had likely flown back to the city by helicopter, a thought that struck her fully only now as she listened to how casually they talked about it, as if a helicopter was always on standby for their needs.


    Even though she was gradually getting used to her new life of luxury, moments like these, where they discussed high-end conveniences as though they were everyday essentials, still managed to surprise her.


    She quietly ate her meal, listening as they discussed transportation logistics.


    Dave was also busy checking traffic updates and coordinating security measures, ensuring there would be an ambnce, police presence, ample venue staff, and everything else required for a smooth event.


    He made calls to relevant departments with easy confidence, openly leveraging his position to secure everything they needed, clearly not shy about using his influence to guarantee the best for her.


    "What are you staring at?" Dave said sharply, noticing Xavier’s lingering gaze, as if he owned the entire ce.


    "I need to make sure that everyone attending the event has ess to the right facilities and proper authorities on hand to ensure everyone feels at ease."


    "Besides, this is beneficial for the country and can be seen as a boost to tourism," he added, justifying his actions even though no one had asked for an exnation.


    "The press arrived at the venuest night," Xavier reported, ncing at his phone to check the trending topics. "They’re clearly focused on Hera; her racing event is still a hot topic online."


    "Speaking of which, what’s the update on the Everetts’int about the cheap products they received? Wasn’t that supposed to be rolling out by now?" Leo inquired, taking a delicate bite of his toast.