The morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting soft golden stripes across Talia's bare shoulder. Ethan stirred beside her, one arm protectively wrapped around her waist, their bodies tangled in a quiet, warm closeness that no longer felt foreign. For once, there was peace. No looming threats. No paparazzi flashing outside their gate. Just them.
Until Talia's phone buzzed like it had caffeine in its veins.
She groaned, untangling herself gently from Ethan's grip. "Mia better be dying," she mumbled, squinting at the screen.
MIA: Girl, check The Daily Edge. You're trending again. Don't kill me. But... it's GOOD trending.
Talia blinked, then jumped out of bed, grabbing her robe. Ethan sat up groggily. "What's going on?"
She tossed him a look over her shoulder. "Apparently I broke the internet. Again."
He smirked. "What did you do this time? Start a fight with another influencer?"
