Being best friends with a famous person had its ups and downs. You had known Lando since your family moved to Bristol when you were four, and you grew up as his neighbor. You were someone who quickly absorbed what people said and thought about you, which made the hate even more hurtful. A lack of self-confidence was a deep-seated issue for you. You were like a flower—pretty and beautiful but so easy to break. The public scrutiny and harsh judgments from strangers often amplified your insecurities, making you question your worth and place in the relationship. Tonight, Lando was at your place in Monaco for one last sleepover before you moved away. He was helping you sort through your clothes, leaning back against the headboard of your bed while you held up different items.

“Yeah, keep that one. It looked great on you. Put it in the ‘yes’ pile” he said as you held up a top with a V-cut.

“Don’t lie, Lan. I don’t know… it doesn’t look good on me. I can’t pull off that type of clothing. My body can’t” you said, looking at it doubtfully.

“I’m not lying. That’s your insecurity talking. And I have eyes, Mads. You have a perfect body. Like, stupidly beautiful. And I’m not just saying that. You’re a damn stunning woman, inside and out.” he said, getting frustrated from how you couldn’t see your beauty.