Ruin me, Stepbrother
I unlocked my phone and went to I*******m.
My i*******m feed's filled without friends—old and new friend, influencers that I follow, fashion brands, and of course, paid advertisements. I just continued scrolling, and I most probably can't even remember what I saw two secs ago. Then Nina's story popped up. It was beautiful, something related to her work, a behind-the-scenes of one of her work. It was professional, well curated, very perfect, Nina type of perfect.
I tapped to reply. "This is gorgeous! Love the direction 😍"