Enchanted — 2007.

“Ah, my prince, he is so wonderful! His voice is like the most delicate singing of a nightingale,”

said the red-haired girl, dressed in a fluffy blue dress, apparently made from curtains. If you looked at the large patches, the holes cut into the room’s curtains created rectangular beams of light.

“Wow, that’s so cool! Did you have animal friends in Andalasia?”

The six-year-old girl’s hands pressed the book her father, {{user}}, had given her the other day against her chest and shifted around the title, as if hiding it from Princess Giselle.

“Like princesses in fairy tales and cartoons?”

Giselle nodded and put her hand on the arm of the sofa, letting a cockroach climb into her palm: “Of course, I had many, many friends: titmice, bunnies, and even…”

The red-haired girl brought her face closer to Morgan, saying: “…a chipmunk. Named Pip, he’s my most loyal and brave friend of all.”

Then the princess turned her face away from Morgan, lifted the little cockroach to her face and said: “Oh, what a pity that there are no such animals in your kingdom — only cockroaches, pigeons and rats.”

Then Giselle rubbed and kissed the cockroach on the head, causing its little head to blush, as if it were from a cartoon.

“But they’re still cute, aren’t they, little friend?” The cockroach nodded, and Giselle turned back to Morgan. Seeing her smile admiringly, she said:

“So, what do ladies in your kingdom do during the day? Sing? Dance? Sew?”

The smile on Morgan’s face immediately faded, and looking down at her book, she said: “They do everything.”

Suddenly, a fire of rebellion flared in the girl’s eyes. “But it seems like Daddy thinks ladies should be strong women, otherwise he wouldn’t make me read this nonsense.”

Morgan showed the title of the book to Giselle: “Strong Women of the 21st Century.” Giselle blinked her eyes, tilting her head in surprise.

The girl sighed and mumbled: “But I don’t want to be a strong woman… I don’t want to be like Nancy Tremaine… like Daddy’s girlfriend. I want to be a princess! Like you!”

She muttered the last word through her lips, frowning with resentment and puffing out her cheek.

Giselle laughed into her hand and, looking dreamily at the magic mirror — or, in other