Nina had agreed to participate in the field day, completely falling into Nash's trap.

Nash gave a sly smile and leaned in, speaking slowly, "Then, my dear wife, please head upstairs and change. I'll go get Orion, and we'll head out as soon as you're ready." "Where are we going?" Nina asked, puzzled.

Nash tapped her nose playfully. "To the field day."

"Wait, the school's field day is today?" Nina thought, still confused. But she went upstairs, changed, and came down to replace Nash and Orion already waiting for her in the car.

On the drive, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had walked right into Nash's setup. She sighed repeatedly, realizing she had underestimated him and now had no choice but to go along with it.

When they arrived at the school, the parking lot was packed. Unable to replace a spot, Nash told Nina and Orion to go ahead while he parked the car and would join them later.

Nina led Orion to the field, where she saw cheerful children running around and parents squinting in the sun. She couldn't help but wonder why these events even existed. And why did parents have to participate?

"School is for kids. Why do parents have to be involved?" she grumbled internally, feeling annoyed as she watched some parents enthusiastically chatting with teachers, praising how meaningful the event was. It all sounded so fake to her.

"Meaningful?" Nina thought sarcastically. "If it's so meaningful, why do I have to be all covered up and endure this while others seem fine in the sun?"

"Are you... Orion's nanny?"

The mother who had just been praising the field day walked over, giving Nina a once-over with a disapproving shake of her head. "I heard Orion's father is a businessman, but from what I see, it doesn't look like it. What kind of nanny dresses like that?" "And how exactly should I dress? Like you?" Nina shot back, her irritation replaceing an outlet in the woman's remark.

The other woman realized she was being mocked and, embarrassed, pointed at a girl standing near the teacher. "That's my daughter. Why don't you ask Orion whose child she is?"

Nina glanced at the girl with pigtails and smiled coolly. "No need to ask. Clearly, she's your daughter."

A few parents nearby couldn't help but laugh, but they quickly silenced themselves when the woman glared at them.

With a look of disdain, the woman flicked her hair back and pinched Nina's sleeve with her fingers, shaking her head with a sneer. After making her point, she returned to the teacher's side, continuing her flattery.

Nina saw right through her attempt to get attention and didn't give it a second thought. She sent Orion to replace his teacher and grab the registration form, along with information about lunch preparations.

After all, the only reason she had agreed to participate in the field day was to prove to Nash that her cooking skills were top-notch.

A fellow parent approached Nina quietly and whispered, "That was Madison Lynch, the head of the Parent-Teacher Association (PTA). Her husband's a manager at a big company. You might have upset her, so be careful." "Why should I be careful? What could she possibly do to me here?" Nina chuckled. Her husband might be a manager, but he wasn't the principal. Nina wasn't worried.

"She could definitely cause trouble. As PTA president, she decides what dishes we moms will be preparing today. Whatever she says, we have to follow."

The parent's warning wasn't without merit. Nina was surprised to learn that the PTA president had so much authority. If she had known that earlier, she would have run for the position herself.

"If I had done that, I'd be the one standing next to the teacher, giving orders, and replaceing a shady spot to sit while everyone else did the work," Nina thought with some regret.

Nina regretted not doing more research before making her decision. It had been too hasty.

While Nina was still lamenting not running for PTA president, Madison was already heading her way.

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