"..." Ella Lacey frowned.
It's lonely at the top.
If her darling baby truly becomes a diva, it would be a very lonely thing, wouldn't it?
But still.
Looking at her now, sitting quietly in front of the makeup mirror, letting the stylist take care of her hair, tailoring the outfit without any resistance; she seems to adapt quite well, which somewhat surprises Ella Lacey.
In the past, whenever it was time for a haircut or trimming her bangs, little Clarissa would cry and make a fuss, but today, she's surprisingly cooperative and calm.
"Your child is truly born with beauty, at such a young age, she already has the aura of a celebrity," the female stylist said to Ella Lacey without holding back her words.
She stood by, looking at her daughter in the mirror, truly beautiful.
Like a lotus flower rising from the water.
