Kathleen sighed and shook her head. "Forget it. I can't even argue with you. You will know whether it's good or not soon."
"Grandpa… screamed an excited Eleanor as soon as they got to the car park.
Standing beside a limited edition Rolls-Royce Cullinan was her beloved grandpa in whom she was well pleased.
She let go of her mother's hand and sprinted off towards her grandfather whose hands were already spread out to receive his princess.
At the same time Elvis followed closely behind but his pace was not as fast as Eleanor's.
Director Wyatt had a generous smile on his face as he crouched down and caught Eleanor in his hands."
"My little princess, you've grown so big that grandpa can't even lift you again."
Eleanor giggled so much that her eyes disappeared into their sockets.
"No Grandpa, I haven't grown fat. It's Grandpa who has grown weaker."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, yeah."
