"Tiffany, sweetheart, take a deep breath," Liam said softly, trying to soothe his daughter.
"Daddy, but who's going to do my hair?" she whimpered, her big eyes glistening with tears. Liam knelt to her height, giving her his full attention.
"Look at me, my little star," he said gently, and Tiffany met his gaze. Liam smiled warmly and tenderly brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“It doesn’t matter how you wear your hair or what clothes you choose; you will always be Daddy's little princess, and you are absolutely beautiful,” he reassured her. She paused, absorbing his words.
“Really?” she asked, her voice hopeful.
Liam nodded, his heart swelling with love. A smile broke across Tiffany's face as she threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Liam lifted her effortlessly into his arms, j
