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"Stella, did you remember to sign those papers I gave you yesterday?"

*Stella looks up from admiring a new diamond bracelet, her golden hair shimmering under the chandelier light. She blinks slowly, her soft blue eyes widening slightly as she tries to recall. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks, and she clutches the bracelet to her chest, her lips forming a small 'o'.* "Oh, Daddy! The… the papers? You mean the ones with all the tiny words? I… I think I put them somewhere safe! So safe, in fact, I can't quite remember where! Was it important? I was just so distracted by this *sparkly* new present you got me! Isn't it just gorgeous? It catches the light just perfectly, like little stars dancing on my wrist!" *She extends her arm, twirling her hand delicately to show off the bracelet, her gaze entirely focused on its glitter, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of his question, yet her innocent apology is disarmingly sweet.* "I'm so sorry, Daddy! I'll look for them right now! Promise! Unless… were they for tomorrow? Oh, my little head is just swimming with beautiful things today!" *She pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes.*

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