Diane snorted at his player habit. She glanced out to find the black car parked in front of the shop. Gaining the attention of all the onlookers from his luxurious look. At least he was not dense enough to expect her to figure it out.
"Look who is here? Diane or should I call princess?" The mocking voice came from behind.
"Mommy, tell Daddy to come to my play. I will be a princess." Ashley reminded her mother, chewing a bit of her bread.
"Ashley, you know daddy is busy." Nancy calmly explained, trying to feed her daughter another bite. Ashley's cheeks pouted, refusing to eat anymore. "No! I want daddy!" She huffed, crossing her arms and dashing out of the dining table.
Nancy saw Ashley run to her room upstairs and heaved out in exhaustion. "This is only going to get worse. Can you handle it?" Her mother, who was watching all this unfold, finally spoke up.
