One of the dolls was dressed in pink and the other one was dressed in red.
Why was it so difficult to choose?
"Genevive," I turned around just in time to see my mother entering my bedroom.
"Oh?" She frowned the moment she saw me. I was not yet dressed for the event today where my sister was going to be crowned as this first crowned Princess of the country.
But in my defence, it was still very early.
"Is there a reason why you are not dressed, child?" She came closer and stood in front of me.
I shrugged and pointed out my dolls. " I can't use which one I want to play with."
"Play?" She chuckled. "why must you do this always? You are not supposed to play, Dear one. You are supposed to get ready for your sister's coronation."