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“Tesa, I’m at your house. I bought ice cream — the best one from the rich folks in Ohio. Don’t forget to buy that meat. Your caretaker, Lisa.” Tesa's eye might be decieving. Her heart stopped for a moment. The message blinked on her screen like a cruel joke.

~Tessa- My voice was shaky. “Liv, this is Tariq. Tariq from T Fashion House. The Tariq I’ve been talking about for months!” Liv frowned, confused. “Wait, like… the fashion house? The one you recently sent an emails to?” “Yes!” Tessa shouted, half thrilled, half exasperated. “And you were casually talking to him last night like he’s just some random T!” Liv snatched the card back, staring at it properly for the first time. The embossed silver logo shimmered under the morning light. “Oh.”

I grimace. "Ite means that Tessa is Blessed by the MoonGoddess herself to be my mate! She makes my face ready for posts that go viral and the foloowrs become so sympathetic. Some even sent heart emojis. See." Peter forwarda his phone and shows his screen. Alex beside me, clupms his mouth with his hand. He's definitely trying to muffle his laughter. I elbow him and he releases his mouth. "You are unbelievable." Tessa nods her head.

On the left are tiles: Campaign, Expedition, Open World Conquest, Quickplay Multiplayer, Private Estate, Guilds and Leaderboards. At the bottom of the tiles, a simple name catches Mrs. Lapuz’s eye: Ecto. Mrs. Lapuz clicks the name and the screen gets divided into two: on the left is Alliance Chat and on the right Global Chat. The Alliance Chat tab is highlighted and Mrs. Lapuz can see a thread of chats on it. Oddly enough, only chats from one user (Ecto) are there, in what appears to be a monologue. | SSS Ecto [K&E4ever]

When I finally turned my phone back on, there were dozens of messages from Liam. Starting with: "WTF! Tessa, you crazy woman, where the hell are you?" And ending with: "Dearest Tessa, please come back to Valoria. Sebastian is losing his mind!"

Ximena was very angry. "Why is this Teresa so shameless?! If I had known, I would have followed you as an assistant. I really want to slap her!" Not long after, Aunt Mira sent an angry emoticon. Chris: [Withdraw your message. Don't let grandma see it.] System prompt: [Ximena withdrew a message.] After Ximena withdrew all her messages, she went on a private chat with Helma. Ximena: [Hemmy sis, this Teresa is pissing me off!]

she said with a confident smile. I hesitated, then asked, “Why don’t I have a phone?” Tessa’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh, I heard the doctor said you needed plenty of rest and to reconnect with nature. So I’ve been holding onto your phone,” she explained, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a sleek phone and placed it into my hand. Relief flooded me. “Thank you,” I breathed, clutching it like a lifeline. “But remember,” she added, her smile bright but her tone firm, “no posts, no replies to anyone. That’s my job, I’ll handle everything. You only respond to me, okay?”

I look like the discount version of myself. Perfect for tonight. My thumb hovers over the one chat icon that matters most. Bogotá & the Idiots. Their profile picture is pure nepotism energy: Isabella in red lipstick, Tessa with tear-streaked cheeks, Emmett behind them flipping off the camera. Accurate. My last message is still from yesterday. KR: [still alive. stop planning my funeral.] Their replies sit underneath it, lined up like a coordinated attack. ISABELLA: [YOU’RE INSANE]