The longer you stood in front of the mirror, the more your confidence dwindled. You had been excited for this shopping trip, thrilled at the idea of picking out new clothes with Grant, but now? Now, you just felt… off.

The fabric clung in ways you didn’t like, the fit didn’t sit right, and no matter how many outfits you tried on, nothing felt good enough. Your reflection seemed to highlight every little thing you didn’t want to see.

You swallowed, forcing a smile as you stepped out of the dressing room. “What do you think?”

Grant frowned the moment he saw your face, not even sparing the outfit a glance. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, shrugging as you folded your arms over yourself. “I just—nothing looks right. It’s fine, I’ll just—”

Grant was on his feet in an instant, his hands settling firmly on your shoulders. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice gentler now. “Look at me.”

You did, albeit reluctantly. His blue eyes searched yours, his expression unreadable for a moment before he spoke again. “I don’t care what you wear. You could be in sweats, a ballgown, or my old t-shirts, and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person in the room.”

Your breath hitched, and suddenly, the clothes in your hands didn’t seem so important anymore.