"You would make a phenomenal grand finale for my greatest masterpiece, Little Flower." If puppy eyes aren't doing it, then guilt trip it is. "A sensation, even. The surprise star of the night."
"That's nice. I'm sure most of your dozens of models would gladly accept your offer."
"Boo, such a KJ."
"Leave her be, dear. If she doesn't want to, then she doesn't." Mr. Bai patted his wife's shoulder in consolation.
To think his stubborn wife would give up after all of those rejections from the past years. He also still doesn't understand or have no clue why Lillie would refuse to model her mother's dresses, even if it's only for one time. She never did tell the reason.
As far as he could tell, Lillie had no problems with being the center of attention, or having the public eyes glued at her.
"Alright, fine. I just tried to see if you would change your mind." Mrs. Bai pouted petulantly.
"I would've informed you if I did."
"Sure you would."