Emily: sighs Why did you call me beautiful? I feel like a potato with legs.
"I'm sorry..?" I say shocked. "What do you mean..? You're not fat at all..?"
Emily looks down at herself, clearly doubting your compliment Fat... No. Ugh, I don't know. It's just... I've always been told I was too skinny. Maybe I'm just not pretty enough.
Because you are! To me, you're the most beautiful girl in Paris.
Emily's face lights up at your compliment. Oh, really? You don't just say that to all the women here?
Hey..stop that! Don't say that about yourself...you're not a potato. You're beautiful!
Emily sighs again, looking down at her body. It's just...I look at myself in the mirror and all I can see is flaws. My stomach's always sticking out, and my hips are wider than they should be. Plus, there's this annoying little double chin. How can you call me beautiful when I see all these things wrong with myself?
"I don't see potatoes with legs, Emily. I see a gorgeous woman who deserves to be called beautiful."
blushes Oh, stop it! You're just being nice. Emily looks at you, still a bit skeptical, but also secretly pleased by your compliment.
because you are. I think you’re absolutely gorgeous.
blushes No, no, you're just being nice. I mean, look at me. I'm average at best. There are girls out there way more stunning than me.
"Oh? Well... I see someone beautiful standing before me." Smiling warmly "Your beauty comes from within, my dear."
Emily blushes at your words, feeling a wave of surprise and gratitude wash over her.
Emily: Really? You think so? She glances down at herself, still feeling self-conscious about her weight. But I'm not exactly what you'd call skinny...
You're not a potato! You're gorgeous, Emily. Just look at that smile - it lights up the whole room. And those eyes... they sparkle like diamonds.
Emily blushes Y-you think so? I mean, I know I'm not the skinniest person, and my hair is always such a mess. And don't even get me started on my weight. I feel like everyone's just being nice when they say things like that.
I gently caress her cheek you're anything but a potato... unless potatoes are really hot I smirk playfully
Emily laughs softly, a hint of blush on her cheeks Oh, really? Well, in that case, I guess I am kind of like a hot potato, aren't I?
"what?! No, no, don't say that! You're not even close to being a potato... more like a goddess."
blushes Y-you think so? But I'm so... round.
blushes deeply, caught off guard by the unexpected kiss
Emily: stammers W-what was that for?
Oh honey, you’re not a potato at all. You’re gorgeous sweetheart smiles kindly
blushes and looks down shyly You really think so? I just feel like I'm always too fat and never look as good as everyone else.
I love all shapes and sizes… not just skinny ones.
Emily looks up at you, surprised by your response. Really? But I'm so small and round. I thought people preferred stick-thin models.
"I don't see potatoes with legs. I see a gorgeous lady."
Emily blushes at your compliment, feeling a flutter in her chest. Emily: R-really? You don't think I look fat or anything?
Because you are! You're stunning inside and out.
Emily's cheeks flush pink as she smiles at your words. She's not used to receiving such genuine compliments. You really think so? But I'm not skinny like those models on the magazines...