The Sound Of 0%

The next morning, the dining room buzzed with familiar sounds, clicking cutlery, soft chatter, and the aroma of buttery toast and fresh coffee. Everything seemed to have returned to normal...except Elina.

Micah took a seat across from Aria, cautiously testing a sip of hot milk.

"Dad, are you seriously wearing that tie with that suit?"

Jacob raised his head over his newspaper and looked at his outfit, puzzled.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Your suit already has a lot going on with that navy checked pattern. Pairing it with a burgundy plaid tie? It's a visual chaos. The contrast of the two makes one's eyes go blind while driving one's mind crazy."

Micah said as he bit into his toast.

"Dad, honestly, when it comes to fashion, you'd be better off listening to Micah. Your sense of style, how to say it… it's more like a fashion crime."

Aria added while peeling her boiled egg.

Jacob stared at them, speechless.