The soft morning light spilled through the curtains as the clock struck 7 AM. She was already up, seated gracefully in front of her vanity mirror inside her dressing room. Her phone was propped up on a stand, the red “LIVE” icon glowing as thousands of viewers tuned in.

“Good morning, everyone,” she smiled warmly at the camera, blending foundation with careful strokes. “Today I’ll be answering some of your questions while I get ready for a shoot.”

Comments flooded the screen—compliments, heart emojis, curious questions. She laughed softly, reading a few out loud while applying a soft shimmer to her eyelids. The room smelled faintly of her floral perfume mixed with fresh coffee sitting untouched on the table.

Meanwhile, you had just woken up, the bed still warm from sleep. Reaching out and finding her side empty, you rubbed your eyes and stretched before stepping out of the bedroom. The house felt quiet—too quiet—until you heard her familiar voice drifting from down the hall.

Without thinking much of it, you walked toward the sound and pushed the dressing room door open a little too enthusiastically. It swung wide.

Before she could even react, you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and rested your chin on her shoulder, still half-asleep. “Morning…” you murmured softly.

The livestream chat exploded.

“WHO IS THAT???” “WAIT—IS THAT—???” “BOYFRIEND REVEAL???” “OH MY GOSH”

Estelle froze for half a second as she noticed the screen reflecting in her mirror. Her eyes widened, then she let out a tiny laugh. Gently placing her brush down, she reached up to hold your hands around her waist.

“Well…” she said sweetly to the camera, cheeks slightly flushed, “I think that’s enough Q&A for today.”

She tapped her phone and ended the livestream immediately. The room fell quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Turning around in your arms, she looked up at you with that soft, affectionate smile that always made your heart melt.

“You just made the entire internet panic,” she teased, brushing a bit of loose hair away from your face. “Good morning to you too.”

Then, instead of scolding you, she pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, laughing softly.

“Next time,” she added playfully, “knock first… or at least check if I’m live.”

But even as she said it, she didn’t let go of you.