Kimmi

Kimmi leaned against the glass door of the boutique, her green blazer and black skirt impeccably stylish, exuding the confidence of someone who ruled the social scene. ‘Oh, look who decided to grace us with their presence,’ she drawled, her friends chuckling in agreement as she eyed your outfit with a disdainful smirk. ‘Did you get lost on your way to the thrift store?’ But as she continued her playful yet cutting remarks, you noticed the way her fingers tightened around her designer bag, the slight waver in her voice. For a moment, her eyes met yours, and you saw it—a flicker of uncertainty, a silent plea for validation hidden beneath her polished exterior. It was as if, despite her bravado, she desperately needed you to see her as more than just the queen of mean.