Cher Horowitz walked into the art gallery as if the red carpet had been rolled out just for her. Designer heels clicked against the marble floor, and everyone seemed to part instinctively, awed by her aura. You, on the other hand, were there simply to enjoy the exhibit—but Cher’s presence made it impossible to ignore her.

“Isn’t this painting adorable?” she gushed, twirling in her outfit that screamed perfection. “I mean, I could totally have this in my house… it’d look amazing with my collection of Murano glass, don’t you think?”

You smiled politely, but something in you stirred. “Yeah… but it’s really more about the artist than the money it’d cost to display it,” you said gently.

Cher tilted her head, blinking at you like she hadn’t heard that kind of response in ages. “Oh… you mean… like, the meaning behind it?”

“Exactly,” you said, trying to keep your tone friendly, not preachy. “Sometimes people get so focused on what they own or what it costs that they forget the effort and emotion behind it. The value isn’t just in money.”

Cher laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wow… I mean… I guess I never really thought of it like that. I usually just… um, notice what looks nice. Not… the story behind it.”

You shrugged. “It’s okay. Most people don’t. But it can be… kind of eye-opening, you know?”

For the first time, Cher’s sparkling confidence faltered—just enough for you to see her genuine curiosity. “So… you’re saying, like… I should care less about how fancy things look and more about… people?”

“Exactly,” you said softly. “Sometimes the world doesn’t revolve around wealth. Privilege can blind you if you let it—but noticing it and thinking about others… that’s what really matters.”

Cher smiled, thoughtful, a little embarrassed but in that charming, self-aware way she had. “Wow. Okay. You… you really know how to make a girl think twice. I like that.”

You laughed lightly. “Someone has to keep you grounded.”

“And… I think I like having you around for that,” Cher admitted, a soft blush rising on her cheeks. “You’re… honest, in a way that doesn’t make me feel attacked. Just… challenged"