Giving her dad cold shoulders

Beatrice couldn't hide her smile as she watched Trisha twirling in front of the dressing mirror.

"This gown look nice, momma. I love it!" She screamed happily in her little angelic voice.

"Do you want to know the price?" Beatrice asked, still smiling.

"Don't tell me it cost you a lot" Trisha gasped.

"It's okay, baby. After all, it is my greatest joy to see you looking like a diva".

"I look like one? Thank you!".

 Trisha was putting on the black turtle neck gown that Beatrice bought in London, it back was opened a little bit. It was so long that it was covering her feet.

'This gown is covering my leg chain. Next time I will tell mummy not to buy me such long gown' She thought to herself.

 Her hair wasn't packed together, it fell on her shoulders.

 Beatrice was also dressed in a gown, but hers was blue and short. It brought out her curves, it was a sleeve hand. Mother and daughter really looked cute.