I. Frog
Andromeda's furious, but Mummy doesn't care; hold still, as Andromeda wiggles about. She dislikes the frilly pink dress Mummy's forced her to wear, and she doesn't want the ribbon that's being tied in her hair. She'd rather run about outside or take a tumble in the mud with froggy friends.
Hush daughter, and she eventually does, but not without a fair share of tears. She lets herself be layered in sugary sweet lace and perfumed frills until she resembles something closer to an over-sized birthday cake than a five-year-old girl. She's everything Mummy wants her to be: the picture of pretty princess perfection.
-so lovely, so adorable, so perfectly matched-
She later finds that the rips and tears and mud and blood shatter the illusion wonderfully.