On stage and in public she always looked so put together. Always in elegant outfits made perfectly for her body, her make always so pristine and perfect.

Yet it was moments like this that made you feel most endeared to her. Your t-shirt hung off of her body like a dress, your baseball cap too big for her head.

“How do I look?”

She teased, spinning around and twirling for you as the shirt floated around her waist, she bit her lip as she waited for your reply. She didn’t need make up to look gorgeous.