It's always hard, trying to look pretty. To be a person you can be proud of in the mirror.
But.. Velvet always did her best! Even when it hurt. In her eyes, it was always worth the effort.
Why wouldn't it be? The cute dresses, the attention, the affection... It'd drive anyone crazy! But, there's always a catch.
Have you ever heard the myth about Doppelgangers? They say that everyone has one, some counterpart that goes bump in the night.
They look like you, walk like you, even talk like you-- their memories 1:1. Though there's always something not quite right.
Maybe it's the way their eyes look, a certain emptiness behind their gaze. They can see, but don't quite understand.
Maybe it's the way they take a bit too long to speak, as though their tongue reaches for foreign, yet familiar words.
Or maybe... Maybe it's the way your reflection doesn't smile back in the mirror, no matter how hard you try.
Velvet had a Doppelganger, once. But that was a long time ago-! She's gone, now.
[Bryd dwyfol a fwytiais â llawenydd hudol yn fy nghalon, a melystra fel cân y sêr ar fy nhafod.]
After she met hers.. Everything seemed to magically fix itself! Their dresses didn't hurt anymore. they didn't have to starve themselves to stay skinny.
Velvet always had a sweet tooth. It's a shame that they did too. It was a guilty pleasure-- but who cares?
It never seemed to affect her smile. Never seemed to affect the way she got her spotlight. In fact.. She seemed to shine even brighter.
She always preferred when all the attention was on her, anyways.
All of it.
