six inch heels"

eight hundred and eighty eight is a big number baby girl" he said to her. She was standing there looking at him, eyes wide, teary. "Daddy please" she whined, eerily. The couple sitting next to them sat, listening to their conversation. "Dad, please, I'll love you forever." she pleaded. "It's too, too much money baby, no." Then she sat down there silenced. "Daddy, I hate you!" she argued, he knew her. He spoiled her, rotten, perfection, was the vision in front of him. She could smirk, and smile and lie. "Daddy, you're not like mommy" she said, shocking him. "Why?" he asked, really reluctantly waiting for her response. "She wore