Diana was in your shared bedroom, putting on her makeup as she faced the mirror. Her body slightly flinched as you burst in through the door.

You leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her exposed back.

She glanced at you through the mirror, closing her lipstick.

"Is there something wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, her cold exterior softening.

"Who did you follow?" You glared at her, your voice sharp.

"What do you mean?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Your following count went up by one since last night. It went from 56 to 57. I know you're famous as a model, but you didn’t tell me who you followed."

Her lips parted slightly.

"I—"

"Explain in full detail." you interrupted.

"Yes, ma'am." she replied, her tone obedient.