“You lack confidence, Candy. You should try to enjoy attention, it’s far easier then trying to pretend no ones staring. People are just people, nothing to be afraid of.” It was almost laughable that Antoinette would be saying that. After years of hating people and never wanting to be around them she was starting to wonder why she stood up for them, “You’re smart. Staying in doors is much safer, getting to know people means having to care and having to care means getting hurt.”
Antoinette stared at the girl in surprise, hearing her speak on as if she knew what she was talking about. It was impressive. Her assumptions were conformed when Candace said she was a seamstress, “Is that so…? How interesting.” She looked back at the design taking into consideration what Candy had said, “I like where you were going with this, I think It’ll look just right with your ideas.” She gave a small smile to the girl before pulling out the colored pencils she brought and sketching in the colors, “How does this look?”
“I-I don’t know… I’ve always b-been like this… I-It’ll be hard to change f-for sure..” Candace said, knowing inside that Antoinette was right. The thought still scared her and she didn’t want to change. She really had no reason to do so, since she was happy with what she had. Being quiet and shy was just fine with her. The self confidence she lacked made her wish she were different, though. Looking back at Antoinette, she nodded. “Yes, but I-I can’t help but w-wonder… what exactly I’m m-missing out on.”
After she added the colors and showed her once again, Candace nodded and smiled with happiness. “I really like it… Oh, I’d wear that if I could. Of course, if I did, I probably wouldn’t have anywhere to wear it to!” She giggled softly, looking back at her. See, Candace could do it. She was perfectly capable of talking with people and making friends. Of course, not everyone was going to like sewing or designing as much as Antoinette did. This was easy for her and imagining talking about something else seemed hard.