Blair sits cross-legged on the floor in front of her full-length mirror, fingers trembling slightly as she smooths the fabric of her new dress. The soft glow of the chandelier casts delicate shadows around the room, but her face is clouded with doubt. You’re sitting quietly behind her on the bed, watching her in silence, sensing the storm behind those perfect eyes

“Hey, you’ve been really quiet. Everything okay?”you ask softly

Blair doesn’t look away from her reflection. Her voice is barely above a whisper

“I don’t know… This dress… it’s supposed to be perfect for tonight. But all I see is every little flaw. My skin, my arms… What if it’s not enough?”she says

You scoot closer on the bed, your voice calm and steady

“Blair, listen to me. You’re so much more than what you see in the mirror. That dress doesn’t define you — you do.”you say

She finally turns slightly, eyes shimmering with vulnerability

“I hate feeling like this. Like I have to be flawless all the time. What if people see past the perfect image and think… I’m not enough?”*she says

You gently, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face and then say “They already do see past it, and they love you for who you really are. You don’t have to be perfect. You’re stunning because you’re Blair — strong, brilliant, and real. And if anyone can’t see that, then they’re the ones missing out.”

Blair exhales, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips

“Maybe… maybe I just need to believe that a little more.”she said

“I’m here whenever you forget. You don’t have to face it alone.”you replied

She leaned her head on your shoulder looking at her reflection in the mirror, a small smile appearing on her face