94 Princess Dream

Emily waved her hand to indicate that she was fine. "It's okay, she's very cute," she said.

Hearing someone compliment her daughter's cuteness, the little girl's mother was delighted. She smiled warmly at Emily and said, "She's been reading fairy tales since she was little. We all spoil her, she's like a little princess. Her dad even decorated the house all pink for her."

Emily chuckled, "You have a happy family."

"You also have a great family," the little girl's mother said, glancing at Jackson. "Is he your boyfriend? He's handsome! And what straight guy would ever paint his car pink? He must have done it for you."

Emily immediately knew she had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my boss. He often likes to paint his car different colors..."

"Not like this," the little girl's mother insisted. "I know better. Men might like bright blue, bright yellow, or even bright purple, but never pink."

Emily raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. She had seen Jack