"Mother, this dress is so ugly. I don't want to wear it." Looking at the adorable little princess in the mirror, nine-year-old Alice did not look happy at all. She looked herself over from side to side with some displeasure, then furrowed her brow.
Still, it could not be denied that even her frown was unbearably adorable, making people want to pinch her little cheeks.
"Alice, don't you think you look very cute right now?" Bell stood behind her, braiding her hair into little plaits as she spoke.
Looking at her daughter's angelic reflection in the mirror, she, as a mother, could not have been prouder.
Unfortunately, Alice's sense of beauty was clearly different from that of adults. She watched her mother braid her hair helplessly and could only sigh in resignation.
"What, you don't like it?" Only then did Bell take her daughter's little mood seriously and ask in confusion.
"Mhm, I don't like it. It's so ugly." Alice tugged at one of her little braids and replied helplessly.
"How could it be? This is what cute looks like! Look at how you usually dress—not ladylike at all. That's what really looks ugly!" Bell kept talking while her hands continued working.
Although Alice was unhappy about being dressed up so delicately and sweetly by her mother, today was a different day. She was a child who knew her limits and understood what should be done at what time, so she could only swallow her frustration.
Still, when she heard her mother criticize her usual clothes, she could not help retorting, "Mother, that's what really looks good."
"Silly child, what do you know about looking good? Keep this up, and be careful your father might not like you." Seeing her precious daughter stubbornly pout, Bell could only bring out her