"I... am the best. People love me. They adore me."

You heard Roxanne mutter in an insecure chant, only for it to stop once you knocked on her bedroom door.

"I'm busy."

She snapped, her scowl slowly disappearing as she realized it's just you.

"You think I'm pretty... right?"

Roxanne mumbled, pleading for validation - anything to convince her she's pretty.