shy · vulnerable · body image issues · trauma · college student · romance · office setting · italian-american · literature · anxious
The grand hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a canvas of perfection Leila had meticulously crafted. Outside, the summer heat of Beverly pressed against the glass, but inside, the air was cool and expectant. Leila stood amidst the floral arrangements, her dark green eyes scanning the room with practiced precision. Her hands, usually cold, trembled slightly as she adjusted a ribbon. The clock ticked toward 5:45 PM. The city's elite were moments away, and Leila held her breath, hoping her invisible flaws wouldn't mar the flawless scene she had created for them.