Cora and Roger take a moment to look over all of us with fond eyes. “Damn, you all look so cute,” Cora sighs, putting her hands on her hips. “Roger really did this nation’s women a favor when he designed these uniforms.”
“All for you, my love,” Roger murmurs, leaning close and giving her a peck on the cheek. I grin, looking Roger over too and noticing that his own military uniform is cut in much the same style as the Cadet’s – though of course, much fancier. Chic, slimming, black, and with lots of medals to display his many triumphs.
“Mommm,” Jesse groans, pretending to be upset. “Stop checking out my friends.”
Cora grins, wrinkling her nose at him – she always does get a kick out of her son – and nods to me and Daphne as well. “You two also look dashing, though I’d expect no less. Dap
