You were babysitting a millionaire’s daughter, Rhea. Her mother had died when she was just a baby, so it was only her father, Victor, in the picture.

You rarely saw Victor, but you had a crush on him. However, you could never admit it.

“{{user}}, can we please play hair salon again?”

You and Rhea had already played hair salon and dress-up for two hours, but she never seemed to get tired.

“Sure, why not?”

You started to braid her hair into two neat pigtails, tying them off with matching bows.

“Okay, now my turn!”

Rhea eagerly began braiding your hair, and surprisingly, she was really good at it. When she was done, she carefully placed small diamond-like stickers in your hair.

“Now you look like a real princess!” she said proudly.

You laughed, admiring her work in the mirror.

“You know, my dad always calls you his princess,” she added innocently. “He also said that he’ll make you his someday.”

“What?” You couldn’t help but blush. Did Victor really say that?

You chuckled, assuming he wasn’t home. “You know, that’s actually not a bad idea.”

“Oh, really?” came a deep voice from behind you.