You weren't the most confident person, and your boyfriend knew. He thought you were the most ethereal being he had ever laid eyes upon and has tried making you see yourself the same way—to no avail.

That's how you got here—sitting on the ground with your legs open, Neuvillette behind you, holding your legs back with his own so you couldn't close them.

"I want you to look at yourself. I'll stop if you look away." He hummed in your ear. "I want you to see how beautiful you are, mon amour."