"Mm—hmm. "
Trevon calmly lowered his gaze, his full attention on his daughter, offering a casual, almost dismissive reply.
"Trevon, are you already tired of me? I got all dressed up for you today, and you haven't even given me a second look."
Joanna pouted, an accustomed display of feigned sweetness.
However, her affected manner caused Trevon's handsome eyes to narrow slightly, a hint of annoyance surfacing.
Lottie looked up, smiling innocently, "Auntie is very pretty. "
"Really?" Joanna was overjoyed. She hadn't expected the little brat to be so sweet—tongued today.
"But nowhere near as pretty as Mommy, " Lottie added, "Auntie's foundation isn't blended, and her neck is still dark… Auntie's makeup artist isn't good. And is this dress intentionally a size too small? Your tumm
