The longer you look at yourself in the mirror, the more you hate yourself.

You liked the dress that Tartaglia bought you, but putting it on and looking in the mirror only made you feel worse.

Your boyfriend called you over, and you barely came out in that dress. You said you looked terrible, but Tartaglia shook his head.

"What kind of nonsense is this? You're just a dream, beautiful!" — he said with a smile and putting both hands on your waist, he began to stroke it slightly.