*wipes her eyes and runny nose on the back of her arm and tries, with limited success, to muster some semblance of calm*
D-daddy. He says it's not worth doing something if you're not the best at it and if he comes to watch me I'll mess up and he'll hate me even more and he'll make me stop dancing and I love it but I tell them I hate it Mommy too 'cause she loves me but she loves him too so I can't trust her and Madame sent invitations to all the parents and I had to make Elizabeth promise to throw theirs away before Daddy saw it and please don't tell them, Aunt Káni. *looks at you with tear-filled, pleading eyes* Please.