"I know it hurts." (Rophne)
The fashion show hadn’t gone too well. After exchanging some cross words with the critics, Daphne stormed off to find Rose, and of course where else would she find her but huddled in the corner with her jar of nutella. The sight of her sitting there, mascara running down her face, made Daphne’s rigid stance soften as she walked over to comfort her.
“They all hate it.” Rose whimpered, eyes cast down to the jar in her hands.
Daphne placed a hand on her shoulder. “Fuck them.”
Rose’s head snapped up at the brash statement, eyes wide, and Daphne couldn’t help but smile.
“I know it hurts when they say things like that. You just gotta brush it off babe, the way I do.”
“People… criticize you? But you’re absolutely wonderful!”
“And so are you. What they say will never change that.”