It´s the girls birthday. They don´t seem very eager to grow up.
(And Violetta is wearing her wedding gown. Ups. Well, it´s a nice one)
Come on, Amber, make a wish!
Amber: Oh, I know!
Amber: I´m gonna look gorgeous!
Amber: Hey! Can somebody say something?!
Yes, sweety, gorgeous. She now dislikes children.
It´s Star´s turn.
Star: Um, can you back off a bit, Joe?
Amber: Shit. She looks better than me.
Amber: I mean… Wheeeeeee, birthday!
Well, certainly not tomboyish anymore. She rolled hopeless romantic, like Violetta.
Said Violetta accepts white roses from an elderly Phoenix Ross.
Right next to her husband, who doesn´t give a hoot and instead continues to speak about cooking. Or gardening? Whatever.
She makes it up to him by serenading him while he eats cake.
So I bought Amber that portable stereo and now she sits around like a zombie with musicnotes coming out of her ears. Don´t know, if that is better.
Nope, no sign of Violetta´s nose.
Star with her new haircut.
And I decided, she needs glasses.
In fact, they both look very much alike, namely face one-ish to me, but I don´t care that much about that. They have totally different personalities anyway.