Serenya
I stared at the glaring light of my Celis’s phone screen, the battery icon a cruel little red sliver. Messages piled on top of each other, flashing urgently one after the other like a relentless tide. My failed attempt to upload a video for weeks now resulted into spam of messages. It went on:
💬Where are you Celis?
💬 Miss your skincare lives (｡ ́︿ ̀｡)
💬 If you’re ghosting us again just say so
💬 New haul pleaseeee queen!
💬 Your last GRWM was iconic (*^_^*)
My stomach clenched painfully as I read each one. There were hundreds, no, thousands. Celis’s followers were ravenous, addicted to her daily doses of curated perfection. And now… I was supposed to be that daily dose.
A sharp knock came at my door, jolting me from the screen.
“Come in,” I croaked, voice still hoarse from
