I remember the year my parents were so ticked at me they not only didn't get me a present, but they went out to a party on my birthday. It was the year I realized that although they loved me, the didn't like me.
Prior to my bday, I was having a hard time, and fought with my parents a lot, but they were my *Parents*. Rather sacred. In my rather juvenile mind, when I didn't get a present from them out of spite, I drew a line in the sand in my heart and I didn't let them back in for over 10 years. I was 11.
Don't get me wrong, I still loved them, but that day they ceased (in my mind/heart) to be my Parents, and became my parents. I realized that their love was conditional, and in order to be loved by them I had to be a person other than myself. I left home as soon as I was legally able to (by guilting my father into signing a waiver that let me enlist at 17)... and over the next several years slowly grew up. By the time I was 21 I had made overatures to my mother, and we slowly rebuilt that relationship, so that 10 years later (20 years after my 11th bday), she is now one of my best friends. But it took a lot of time. My parents lost my respect that day.
My parents made a mistake. They were ticked at me, so they behaved spitefully, which knocked them right off of the moral highground, and down on my level. So from that point onward, I treated them as I would any other child on my level.
Of course it was childish, I was a child.
Would the same happen with your daughter? No idea. We all walk our paths differently. But no matter how much they yelled at me that trust is earned, I held my own hurts, and how THEY lost MY trust... and did nothing whatsoever to regain it, as a shield. Earplugs against what they were saying.
But I would highly rec sending a gift. Anything else really is spiteful.