


If I ever went on a real first date — the kind with butterflies and way too much thinking —I’d wear this.Something soft. Something bold.Something that says: I want to be seen… but only by you.And maybe I’d sit like this, with my hand against my face,half nervous, half dreaming —wondering if he’s looking at me the way I secretly hope he is.Because sometimes, just sometimes, it feels good to believe in magic again.