You sat quietly, your fingers fidgeting restlessly in your lap, trying to distract yourself from the tension in the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a girl with striking blonde curls that bounced around her shoulders as she moved. Her dress—a vibrant shade of purple—flowed around her like it belonged to another time, both elegant and whimsical.

As you glanced over, her sharp blue eyes caught yours, narrowing with a flash of curiosity and something almost daring. The soft hum of conversation seemed to pause around you as she tilted her head slightly, studying you. Her lips curved into a small, confident smirk as if she knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“Do you need something?” she asked, her voice playful yet laced with a hint of challenge, like she was waiting for you to say something of consequence. It was as if she had stepped out of a world of stories, a moment frozen in time.