Page 25 of If My Wishes Came True
I breathe a giant sigh of relief, my heartrate slowing. A hint of a smile creeping onto my lips as I silently scold myself for beingso paranoid.
Then I find Katie’s message and click on the link to her video, to see what all this fuss is about.
It has one million views. And counting.
How did this happen?
Baffled, I start reading through the comments:
@gymtanlaundryxxx
Hey sis, you didn’t tell me your interior designer was smokin’ hot. Can I get her number?
@katiekins88
no
@gymtanlaundryxxx
Dude, I’m forwarding your video to my entire frat
@katiekins88
you’re stupid
@robocox69
Wtf man, this is the girl of my wet dreams
@gymtanlaundryxxx
Told you
@chestercheetayayay
Yum. That’s a playboybunny right there
@tonymackeroni
Fuckkkkkk. Sending this to everyone I know
@brianfinch0043
Think those tits are real? They’re so damn perfect
@katiekins88
would you buttholes get off my channel?
@robocox69
Oh, don’t worry. I’m definitely gonna get off
I bury my head in my hands. Ugh—gross.
But once I get past the frat boys, the comments start to change. There are other designers admiring my work. Women saying they’d love to hire me. Old friends from high school, who brag about knowing me, and remember that I was a talented artist, even back then.
As I’m scrolling down the page, it occurs to me that I haven’t watched the video yet, so I hit play. There I am, bouncy and bubbly, with my beige bodycon dress that leaves little to the imagination. I wore it to cheer myself up, because I was feeling so down about Charlie. I thought if I put on a killer dress, blew out my hair for more volume, and went for a little extra makeup (including the sexy, smoky eye I usually only wear on dates) it would improve my mood.
