You run on affinity — for people, for beauty, for the exact right thing in the exact right place. You make environments others relax into and can't explain why. Taste, for you, isn't decoration; it's ethics. How a thing is done matters.
The cost is conflict debt. You'll smooth what needed saying, agree where you needed the truth, and keep the peace at a private interest rate. Harmony bought with silence eventually invoices you.
Venus isn't soft — she's magnetic, which is a different force entirely. The practice is trusting that the bond survives the honest sentence. Said with your kind of grace, the truth is just another beautiful thing you know how to place.