they show Sara's father Michael

Lisa pouted. “Alright, alright. But now, one last thing… it’s time to show your Daddy!”

Sara froze.

"What?!"

Lisa smirked. “Michael needs to see how adorable his little girl looks in her new uniform! Come on, let’s go find him!”

Sara backed away. "Lisa, no way! I'm not showing Dad!"

Lisa gave her a gentle push toward the door. “Sweetheart, he’s going to see you in it anyway. Why not get it over with now?”

Sara tried everything—pleading, bargaining, even attempting to escape back into her room—but Lisa was relentless. Before she knew it, she was being half-dragged down the hallway, her face burning with embarrassment.

The worst part? She could hear the slight crinkle of the pull-ups with every step.

Michael was sitting in his office, flipping through a newspaper when they entered. He looked up, his expression neutral—until his eyes landed on Sara.

His brows furrowed. “…What is this?”

Lisa beamed. “Her new school uniform! Isn’t she adorable?”

Michael’s jaw tightened. His gaze lingered on the pull-ups peeking out beneath the short skirt. His expression was impossible to read.

Sara wanted to disappear.

Michael slowly set his newspaper down. He let out a breath before finally speaking.