A cold snort like that would have hurt most girls' feelings, but Princess Cheryl Nash, with her boundless confidence, stared at him defiantly. "I'm going to make you like me!"
Dylan thought she was going to say something else, but she just tilted her head and beamed at Joy. "Joy, let's go play!"
Then she took Joy's hand and skipped away. Dylan stood rooted to the spot in frustration, glaring after her skipping form. 'Getting tangled up with this little terror is a death sentence. Looks like I'll have to be nicer to her from now on to avoid her latching onto me. That would be a total nightmare.'
Lara Nash watched her daughter's bold exchange with Dylan, amused. She had no idea where the girl got her confidence. Still, if Dylan were to become her son-in-law one day, she would be absolutely thrilled.
