Sweet Disguise Operation: From Father and Son to Mother and Daughter in Witness Protection
“How did we even end up in this situation?” asked the man who, only a few weeks ago, had gone by the name Arthur—the respected, stern fifty-year-old father of the family. Now, however, his reflection in the brushed steel of the kitchen showed a stunning mature blonde woman with wavy hair, wearing a burgundy satin pajama set trimmed with delicate lace. He stirred a bowl of strawberry frosting with a wooden spoon, desperately trying to maintain the imposing demeanor that no longer matched his appearance in the slightest. Beside him, tasting the pink frosting straight from the wire whisk, was Andrew—or rather, the young and stunning brunette in pale pink silk pajamas who now looked every bit like his daughter. “I'm sorry again, Dad,” Andrew replied, his sweet, melodic voice still something he was learning to control. “I know I never listened to you, and now here we are, stuck in this crazy ‘witness protection program.’ But I had to find a way to get away with the mob's money an...