“Okay, okay, I think this one might be my fav,” she said, holding her phone in selfie mode as Jake walked into the room still half-asleep.

“Why are you this put together at 9 AM?” Jake muttered, rubbing his eyes.

“Because it’s day six, duh,” Gaby grinned. “Today I’m giving clean, cute, classic. White long sleeve crop top—tight and soft, obviously. These jeans? High-waisted, snatched, and yes, I brought back the brown belt. I don’t care if Jake calls it ‘western vibes.’”

“I mean… it kinda is,” Jake joked, filming her as she did a slow spin. “You’re about to go line-dancing or something.”

Gaby rolled her eyes with a smile. “Please, I could wear a paper bag and still slay. But no, I’m not line-dancing. I’m just being better than you today.”

Jake zoomed in on her belt. “This belt’s been in like four of your OOTDs.”

“It’s called staple piece, Jake. Learn fashion.”

She posed with one hand on her hip and the other holding up a peace sign. “OOTD Day 6 locked in. Y’all know the drill—comment below if this is the best one yet!”

Jake laughed behind the camera. “Comment if you think the belt needs to retire.”

Gaby gasped. “Blocked.”