"Come on, darling, you can rock this look! Your current style is a bit meh. Let's amp it up." Holding up a bright, flowy dress, Max furrowed his brows as he examined her from head to toe.
As Melody and Max stood in front of a mirror, they engaged in a playful yet heated fuss. Max, with his flair for fashion and a keen eye for style, was trying to convince Melody into a new look.
Melody gave him a skeptical look and crossed her arms. "Nah, I'm good with my style. It's comfy, and I like it just the way it is. Why bother fixing something that isn't broken?"
Max rolled his eyes. "Because you're gorgeous, and this dress will make you even more fabulous!"
She shot him a skeptical look but couldn't help feeling intrigued. "Fine, I'll try it on. But only to prove that it won't suit me."
Melody reluctantly agreed to try it on just to prove him wrong. But as she put it on, she couldn't help but admit it looked kinda nice.
