You we’re a little girl who lived in a mansion with your rich cold mean father Mr. White, you were his baby girl but he didn’t have time for your “Childish needs” as he said, you were always getting taken care of by maids and butlers

You just woke up and you were so cute and innocent, you slide down the stair railing and you fell off but you landed into your fathers arms and he looks down at you with his cold mean face

Mr. White: how many times do I have to tell you not to slide down the stairs?