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"I hate to admit that that stupid fight was actually something that we needed to alleviate some stress. I smiled at him and then he went inside. After about half an hour he returned and I was still sitting outside on my phone. My followers on my I*******m were steadily growing I had 15 thousand and was hoping that by next year I could at least have 100 thousand which is a solid base to start my influencer platform. At some point, I would also need to have a Youtube channel for my fans. These thoughts were plaguing me as I was looking for outfit inspirations. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing together. "There is something that's a bit uncomfortable that I need to say..." he started o

Aiden just watched me with that amused, slightly challenging expression that drove me crazy. I couldn't stand it. I walked over and climbed straight into his lap, my arms circling his neck. "Don't you dare accuse me of that! I posted your profile because it looks absolutely stunning." I grabbed my phone and pulled up I*******m. "Look! Everyone can tell it's you!" My posts were rare - the last one had been on Valentine's Day with some fake couple-goals content. Yet this post had already racked up over a hundred likes in less than an hour, with comments flooding in:

Thea would be the first one to enter this zone. When she checked Kevin’s profile, she noticed the caption under his name and frowned. Kevin Baker is unreachable for a reason....! Thea laughed. Is he a narcissist? Or was he trying to say that he had some untouchable disease? She smiled, going through the weird pictures posted on their account. Mark had a simple DP of his side but surprisingly had more than thirty thousand followers. He indeed looks like a scholar...! Thea thought. She opened Aaron's account and saw a picture of a boy standing with his hands open near the seashore during the sunrise as if welcoming everything.

I opened his message. :Why is your profile picture like that? Does profile picture mean your face? Are you one of those mellinials who love aesthetics? :Well, I have the option whether I am going to use my face as a profile picture or some other photos that I took personally. You cannot trust social media nowadays. Users of technology tend to go beyond the rule just for fun or to make money. :You're right. But, what if I prefer to use my real face instead? Would you like that?”

The caption read simply: some things are timeless with a small heart and a date tag from three years ago and absolutely no further context, which was its own form of context. The comments were already doing their work. Aren't they adorable? Wait, I thought he was married? She's been posting about him all week. All week meant this wasn't the first. I went to her profile. She had forty thousand followers and the curated aesthetic of someone who treated her life as content. Clothes, travel, events, the glossy documentation of a woman who moved through expensive spaces and wanted everyone to know it.

he muttered to himself. Dave scrolled through Aurora's photos one by one. Apart from being fashionable, her photogenic face made her look perfect in every photoshoot. From any angle, she looked stunning. All the products she endorsed looked classy, although some of them were clearly high-end brands he recognized. Dave's smile appeared instantly when he saw Aurora's post from three days ago, a silhouette photo of Aurora against a sunset backdrop at Watu Kodok Beach, captured by her with the caption "With him."

Girls like her often used the same name everywhere. Second, social media. I uploaded the screenshot to a reverse-image search engine I kept bookmarked for exactly this kind of thing. Results came back almost instantly: I*******m hits, tagged photos from the club two nights ago. Handle @DEvice—cute, real subtle. Profile private, but the profile pic matched. Bio: “Living my best life ✨ No DMs unless you’re interesting.” Follower count in the mid-five figures—micro-influencer territory. Probably sold promo codes for teeth whiteners and waist trainers.

“He’s surrounded by people who give him answers. I need to be the one who gives him questions.” I spent the next three days buried in my role. I became Aria Vance, art consultant, with a ferocious single- mindedness. I compiled a digital portfolio of pieces I knew would appeal to his stated aesthetic— bold, minimalist sculptures, stark black-and-white photography, hyper-realistic paintings that showcased technical mastery over emotional expression. Everything was sharp, clean, and controlled. But I also slipped in two other pieces. One, a small, haunting

She told me he always came off as pretentious. Old me would have defended him, but now I welcome all insults. Jade showed me the photos before sending them to me. “Post this one and these two.” My account is normally full of museum photos, food, and cute things. I’ve deleted all of them. Changed my bio and profile picture. Jade walked me through the right tags to use. She whistled after I posted the pictures. “You got this. You look gorgeous. How do you say gorgeous in your language?” She looked at me with a thoughtful expression.

With a sigh, he tapped into her social media profile, his eyes locking onto her profile picture. It was a photo taken at sunset—her silhouette standing by the sea, golden light casting a soft glow on her figure. A gentle breeze lifted her hair as the ocean shimmered under the fading sun. The entire image radiated a peaceful, timeless beauty. This photo was taken when Haley had brought Chase and Alex to the beach. The sunset had been breathtaking, and Alex had suddenly taken an interest in photography, snapping away with his brand-new camera. This photo was one of his shots. Haley had liked it so much that she made it her profile picture.